To Bewitch An Evil's Heart

brother is a disrespectful de

e charming demon, which she must watch out

n with a dark past as hot as his annoyin

e kidnapper quickly, before

ng his

dows. So when Margaret lets him go to help her, her plan is simple: Seduce

ere is a fatal flaw in his plan, th

would be

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HE FORBIDDE

he sleepy Kinland were broken. Marga is just now, standing amidst the lingering energy of her ancestors, during the night’s wit

ed to frown at him — full of disapproval of the transgression he would commit. His power resounded in reaction to the remaining magic reading in the air,

dark of the tomb, thrown back at her along with s

er grandmother's energy were strong enough to blu

him. With doubt resting on his shoulders, he stopped. The power of his ancestors hissed into hi

Skittle out of the bag lying between them and threw it at Margarita. “You’re so bad,” she said around a giggle,

dness from her baby sister, Marga hugged her

s in danger of losing his bond with this demon — or he would soo

ventually, his grandmother, the loss of a painful wound in his heart. The loss of Marissa, was mor

uching the vaulted ceiling. He next opened the duffel bag he was carrying and took out the sage. Lighting it up, he cleared the space, making

aning as others; the grave of a line

air, he threw the salt around himself. Just a precaution, a w

acing his family’s grimier on his lap. The binding of the thick leather tome was soft under his fingers as he opened it to the section that w

at was magic and life. "I humbly beseech the Powers That B

, ignored, like magic done in the world. It is the greatest hubris a

pped, her grandmother’s words of warning forever etched in her mind. For every

opened his eyes an

gh to hear, listen, and speak, but still bound and powerless. Talk to the spiri

of Hell, with a very powerful spell that only one of his direct bloodline could undo. Undoubtedly, this is not for

reature did, it didn’t matter now, nor would it matter in the future as long as h

, "with the power passed unto me, I cal

coiled and unraveling in streaks of black and gray, like the smoke of a sage made only momentarily. Only this smok

on bound by Melinda, daughter of

r clinking, until his temples throbbed. The air became even thicker

, sil

pea

voice was in his mind, masculine, deep, and echo

power. There was no way he would let a demon bother him like an untrained novice sorcerer. Her magic may not be as

. It stroked along her senses, testing her shields. A shiver ran down her spi

control her. He will not show any weakness. Not now, not toward him. “I am Margarita,” she said, her voic

nce behind the voice moving. He approached the veil

arg

d his name — a growl

member

kin pr

d. The air crackled. “Blue. Your

a frantic tattoo

pretty girl,

of images, feelings, buried so long, he

in the warm evening breeze. Bright eyes focused on him as the demon bent down, aligning

witch." A smi

mother’s voice came fro

ckened. Those eyes

. ” Marga had never heard such sh

outside after dark. ” The wind tousled his chestnut-colored ha

ragged by her mother into the house with silent words of sarcasm and a

subtle hint of danger that even a

it caused. Restraining himself back to the present, he tried

you an offer." She sounded so

silence

p." His voice dri

at this point would not be clever. "Yes," she sai

the little

rs old. He had only met his sister Marga before the incident which cut through a gaping hole in the

way before it could truly surface. “Yes. She’s been taken

tuals he had performed, his mind exhausted from the feverish pursuit of a way to find Marissa. Locator spell failed. His Elders t

g has he

t two

y dead already." Spoken

mother passed away, his connection with them was severed. The link to Marissa remained intac

nough to be traced, he

n her voice, “but you will be bound to me, and I can find you, no matter where you run. You will cooperate

il that keeps him on the other side. Then — in the twinkling

et in return,

ould not purr back. “You can taste life again,” she said, struggling to keep her voice even. “You can breathe, drink, move, see the wo

gentle teasing. "I'll help you if you

tely get rid of the bondage — if she fell in blood and raged, Marga would have to take responsibility for every innocent life she took. And

tomach, to make his breathing strained and shallow. What if he said no? Gods —

rissa w

erase any concern about removing a demon from the Shadows.

as vibrant with sensuality, and

and very inappropriate tingles of

sure it filled with th

a deal, little

took a deep breath and strengthened his mental shields to comba

id quietly, steelin

if you

will take ... He clenched his jaw and buried t

ower, and focused on putting in his ne

y Melinda, in never-ending night. Relinquished from the Shadows, as per my

. For a moment they bristled, stubborn and always as hungry as they were, but then they yielded. Coiled,

ilent and formed into the motionless shap

reluctantly letting go of her, and slow

are merciful

s face. She was comp

ay he was going to be like this, so naked and_w

d have been

engulfed him. His shoulders and chest are well defined, made of strength steel, though far from overwhelming. He was lean muscle, athletically toned, not

rted his gaze. The room tempe

k back. He did

what yo

open, focused on him, glowing with the man's arrogance. Dark brown hair enveloped the clear beauty of the face that she had long seen as seemingly another lif

eel, the whisper of desire to be warm in low, feminine areas — it was too ol

from decades of disuse. Eyes of pale, bright green met her own, s

presence, go ahead. His mouth was dry. Closing his eyes emphatically, he resisted the waves of

. No matter h

dark need behind his words, "I do

d at her. Damn if his self-satisfie

ing your attention, I am k

r born of years of deprivation. He has been hungry for the past twenty years, refusing any food in the Shadows

ate human blood, which gave rise to vampire legends in various cultures. The memory of people and superstitions distorted the truth over

him, preferably, whether it was blood or whatever — he took a

under his shoe, he came up beside her an

urking underneath, as he shook his head slightly. "Marga." His voice

up, for all she knew. Plus, giving him his blood to drink was probably exactly what he shouldn

t risk losi

unit back in his face. “You can’t ha

using to bite. "

remained sealed. It was a game of power, of give and take, he knew a lot. And in this round, he

he said with a glare at the demon, “know that if you kill me, you’ll automatically be kicked back into

poured into water. Then, the muscles in his face relax, the lines around his mouth c

reat. The section on bluofighter demons in his grimier said his species is susceptible to the blows of raw power. His abilities may still

to his mouth. His tongue came out and slowly, weakly, licked the sensitive bottom. She sighed

oke against her pulse. "Your neck." His f

nning a close second of panic within him was a twisted sense of arousal, and he

ed, his voice dark

down his spine and his heart ached. She took a deep breath, inhaling her scent in conjunction with a sigh, a sound that was so erotic

rolled through her body to the rhythm of her strong pulls. Tingles of excitement spread like fire, unpredictable, uncontrollable, l

ted. He had to stop it b

k, took hold of her nape and

er of raw magic. He struck out — and he blocked it with ease as if striking a fly. Her heart wa

nning heat, his senses moan with the blows of lust, silky darkn

ation — sent an impossible surge of longing to her. His weight pinning her down, he clutched her with predatory possessiveness. The hot little licks of his tongue touched her skin as he sucked hard

ght calmed

thin cloud remov

f white-hot magic. It hit the demon square in the chest. He grunted, cleared his throat, and reared back. Yes! Tr

ever, to knock him out. Sniffing, he grabbed her neck and pulled her back over him. Her skin was hot, silky, and oh-so-strokable under her hands as it lay on

ven get a magic thread. All the air left his lungs in a whoosh. The demon pushed him away, his wrists locked in his grasp. Heat and dark power charged the air b