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To Have: Vampire Assassin League #19
Book: To Have: Vampire Assassin League #19 Read Online Free
Author: Jackie Ivie
Tags: vampire romance, paranormal romance, vampire series, vampire assassin league, vampire novella, vampire short stories, vampire assassin romance
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the damn thing that she could locate. Anywhere.
    Oh. Wait. Somewhere near her belly, Evie found a hem. She used it to yank material up and over her head. She wasn’t just taking huge breaths when she got free. She was gasping for air.
    “Ah. You have awakened. That is good.”
    “Yes. Very good.”
    Feminine voices spoke and they were accompanied by quite a few giggles. Evie pivoted toward the sound. The volume of material wrapped about her didn’t move. And this purgatory just kept getting weirder and weirder. She peeled the errant eyelash off. Blinked. The view didn’t change. She’d been transported back in time or something. Five women stood in a row, each smiling and nodding, and looking like something out of an Arabian Nights movie. They were all voluptuous. Dark-haired. Wearing little more than loose trousers, with little midriff-baring tops. Each outfit was crafted of a different shade of fabric, while the gems adorning them would set a world-class financier back in shock.
    If they were real.
    “Okay. I’ll play,” Evie remarked. “Who. Exactly. Are you ladies?”
    Two of them tittered. The other three smiled. Everybody exchanged glances. Great. Just great. She might as well be back in the dressing room for a beauty pageant. The one with the biggest bust line finally answered.
    “We are your servants.”
    “
My
servants?” She didn’t need to raise her brows. It was reflex.
    “Yes. And if we do not hurry, you will be late.”
    “Late? How can I be late?”
    More tittering. More smiles. Evie barely kept from rolling her eyes.
    “His Highness wishes to have you presented when you have been bathed and dressed.”
    “You’re here to help me bathe and dress in order to be...presented? Didja really just say that?”
    “Yes. Yes.”
    They all nodded.
    “To whom am I being presented again?”
    The one with the large bust line answered again. “His Highness. The prince.”
    “Oh. Yeah. Him. The prince of spiders. I remember now.”
    “Spiders?”
    “Arach-ni-something or other that sounded a lot like spiders. I had a really big headache, and may not have heard it right, but I didn’t really care, either. I’m not afraid of spiders, so if they’re in my purgatory, it’s a waste. Now, snakes I am not fond of at all. That would be a real test.”
    Somebody giggled. Evie just kept talking. It was easier.
    “Anyhow, now you’re telling me this prince guy wants me bathed and dressed because I’m not acceptable as I am? Is that what I’m hearing? Really? I mean...
really
?”
    Nobody answered, although they all exchanged glances again. She guessed what they were thinking. Evie looked like shit. But the day she caved into an arrogant asshole’s demands was the day Hell froze over.
    Oh. She better not even think like that. Not here. And not now. Somebody might be listening to her thoughts, and adding up points. Wasn’t that what happened in this state between death and heaven? Or...hell?
    Well. Maybe it depended on which religion you were following. Her family had been Catholic. She hadn’t been exactly pious. Wow. If she thought of it, she hadn’t been to church in...
    Oh, heck. Who cared how long it had been now? It was rather moot. She wasn’t going to be able to change anything. Besides, what were these ladies offering? The equivalent to a spa day, with five women helping her? Why did she argue? It actually sounded like a really nice idea.
    Four hours later, it was an even better idea.
    This suite of rooms contained a sunken tub so large she could swim laps if she wanted. Two of the women were masseuses, or really good at faking it, another one had spent hours working the tangles – as well as the extensions - from her hair, and the other servant woman was a fairly decent manicurist/pedicurist. The woman who’d spoke first was named Tamell. She was the one orchestrating everything, especially the ambience, moving large panels of drapes about, starting up some sort of sound system that
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