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The lounge pulses with the infectious beat, and Sloane’s movements are equally infectious.
With every sway and dip, she embodies the essence of the jazz age, so much that it’s hard to believe she wasn’t turned in the early nineteen hundreds and instead a mere twenty-five years ago.
As the last notes of the jazzy tune echo through the lounge, Sloane takes a graceful bow. Applause erupts, and Sloane basks in the adoration.
Descending from the stage, the woman’s gaze scans the crowd and finds me. Surprise flickers on her face, quickly replaced by curiosity and a simmering resentment.
She arrives at my table, her full lips parting in a wry smile as she slides into the seat opposite me. “Well, well, well. It must be my lucky day. Come to get that procedure we discussed last time, I assume?”
She’s referring to her charming threat that if she were ever to lay eyes on me again, she would rip off my cock.
“What would I get from that deal?”
She chuckles. “I’m surprised you can even joke about it, Sebastian. Most men would never tempt fate when it comes to their manhood.”
“I’m not most men.”
The hateful look she flashes me would mortally wound me if looks could kill. “No. You’re in a class all your own.”
And she doesn’t mean my royal class.
“I see the rumors are true. You’ve found yourself in a unity bond with another Dumont witch. How amusing.” Sloane’s gaze narrows as she studies my reaction.
“I assume you can smell her on me?”
“The witch’s magic clings to you like her own personal brand of perfume.”
“I haven’t fed from Josephine. The bond is yet to be completed.”
Sloane throws her head back, laughing. “As if that will stop Gaia’s will. Sebastian, the unity bond has you in its grip. Whether you feed from her or not…whether you fight it or not…it will continue to solidify your bond.”
“Unless there was a way to sever the bond.”
She chuckles. “There’s not. The unity bond between a witch and her vampire or werewolf is for life. I’m surprised Mother Gaia has given you a second chance after what happened the last time.”
“That wasn’t my fault.”
She rolls her eyes. “I’m sure you like to tell yourself that at night when you’re wallowing in a glass of cognac.”
“I do, but it’s also the truth. Have you heard about Adelaide?”
She lifts one shoulder. “I’m not part of the coven phone tree anymore, so no.”
“She’s dead—at my hand.”
The woman straightens and the first real flair of emotion crosses her beautiful face. “You killed the High Priestess of the Sun Witches?”
“I did. She betrayed your sisters. She hired Egan to snuff out the Dumont line so she could take control as the one in charge. When Josephine returned, she and Egan came after her again.”
“You’re lying.”
“Not even a little.”
She studies my expression for a long time and frowns. “Adelaide worked with the wolves to kill Celine?”
“She did. She admitted it before her death. There were witnesses, if you don’t believe me.”
Sloane shakes her head. “The fucking bitch. In the chaos after the ritual, we turned to Celine to help us through. When she refused your bond and turned up dead, we all thought you killed her.”
