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“Oh yeah. I gave a young girl my word he wouldn’t hurt anyone else.”

“Thank you for the reminder!” I laughed. “I’ll make sure that not only does he have hallucinations, but he won’t be able to get it up at all.”

Tristan thumbed to Dom. “Does he know how full moon rituals end?”

“How?” Dom looked around nervously.

Hugh and Ollin barked out laughter together before Hugh answered. “With sex, of course!”

A devious smile crept across Dom’s face. “Perfect.”

Chapter Eighteen

Dominick

After everyone left, Anna took me into her private pantry and showed me how she mixed potions and hex bags. Then showed me her special book she made from a peasant when we were the Count and Countess.

I read through some spells and sat there dumbfounded. With this book, it hit me she could be unstoppable.

“What stops you from doing whatever you want?” I flipped another page.

“Dominick.” She turned to face me and cocked her hip to the side with her hand on it. “I have some morals. The girls I sacrifice, no one misses.”

“Anna, I came here asking about them. Someone was missing them?”

“Who?”

“What do you mean, who?” I shook my head.

“Who filed the missing person report?” She smiled.

I thought back to the files and realized none of them were done by family members and the common link was the ages. They all were between nineteen and twenty-one. I felt my jaw slacken, and I shook my head.

“No.” I blew out a breath. “Are you telling me they’re all connected?”

She nodded and opened a jar on the table, taking a pinch of the dry ingredient and sprinkling it over the others in the bowl she had in front of her. “Do the math, Dom.”

I closed the book and set it on the table. “You done?”

Her head fell back in laughter. “No, but you could do something to hurry this along.”

“Name it.”

“Get on your knees and crawl to me.” Her dark eyes shimmered.

I felt my eyebrow raise.

“On.” The smile left her face. “Your.” She turned her body to me. “Knees.” Her manicured nail pointed to the floor. “Dominick.”

I slid from the stool I’d been sitting on and dropped to the floor. “Are you using magic?”

“Does it feel like I am?” She tilted her head and anger flashed across her face.

I crawled to her. “No.”

“Take my pants off.”

I kissed my way up to her waist. “Yes, mistress.”

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