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recognized, it will come for you and take you to your nemesis. You must defeat her, Magda O’Quinn, or you will lose everything you hold dear. The tree screams for blood and you must feed it.”
Her hand fell away, the white fading from her irises. She blinked at me and smiled. “Magda! Did you have breakfast yet?”
* * * *
I roamed the Quarter the rest of the day trying to forget about what Crystal said. I tried to tell myself I didn’t believe in fortune telling, that it was all bullshit for the tourists, but I’d felt the power in her hand. She might not have meant to have a dream about me, might not have even realized she had, but something had talked through her.
I shivered, huddling deeper into my jacket. The only nemesis I had was the banshee queen and there was no way I could ever defeat her. She not only had the most power of all banshees, but she also led an army of Red Cap goblins whose sole purpose was to keep her on the throne. I did not want to be added to the list of victims who fed the goblins’ need for blood.
As for my greatest desire, the only thing I’d ever wanted was to be loved for who I was. I suppose all beings, no matter what species, felt the same. I knew it stemmed from my grandmother giving me over to the queen to train. Most banshees were left with their families for the first twenty years of their life. Once they’d learned the rudiments of swordplay and war, they were tested and sent to specialized mentors to hone their natural skills. I’d gone into service with Queen Melosia when I was no more than ten. Forty years spent in the Wailing Court with no one but the queen and her advisors as my family had ensured I would have no idea of what it was like to be loved.
I snorted, startling a demon businessman who eyed me suspiciously before hurrying away. Yeah, yeah, whine, whine, no one loves me. Big deal. There were a lot of people in all the dimensions who managed without it. I could do the same. At least I had Breeze who gave me all the gentle affection I needed to function as a normal being instead of a monster.
As for the tree screaming for blood, that was a riot. Though there are all kinds of man-eating plants in Fairworld, they wanted flesh, not blood. Crystal had gotten her dreams crossed or something. Everything was fine.
Familiar music pounded against my ears and I looked up to see my feet had brought me right to Spankalicious. The building seemed so innocent in the light of day, but the minute the sun set, the lights would come on luring males of all species to its ancient oak doors.
I shuffled my feet, not ready to go in, but knowing I had to. The club was closed to the public right now, yet that didn’t stop potential customers from prowling the sidewalk in front. They looked at me with hungry intent, their eyes skimming the posters next to the doors until they found my picture. Their eyes snapped back to me with heat and lust and in some of their eyes, my pain.
Yeah, I couldn’t stay out here unless I wanted to become someone’s brunch. Damn. I knew I should’ve gone to the French Market to loaf around for a couple of hours. Now I’d have to sit at the bar until Mitz showed up.
I heaved a deep breath and hiked my backpack higher on my shoulder. I had a dance routine to work out with Mitz before my set in three hours.
Yay for work.
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Chapter Four
Whitesnake’s “Slow An’ Easy” blared through the club as I went through my set. I’m not the best dancer in the world, nor am I particularly gorgeous, but I have big tits and a bubble-shaped ass which is what the customers were here to see. Spankalicious wasn’t a full nudity club, but there was very little left to the imagination. The G-string barely acted as a shield against the hungry gazes crawling all over me.
I’d grown somewhat immune to being exposed in front of so many men. The humans weren’t so bad, but some of the paranormal males were outrageous, some species I’ve never even
Her hand fell away, the white fading from her irises. She blinked at me and smiled. “Magda! Did you have breakfast yet?”
* * * *
I roamed the Quarter the rest of the day trying to forget about what Crystal said. I tried to tell myself I didn’t believe in fortune telling, that it was all bullshit for the tourists, but I’d felt the power in her hand. She might not have meant to have a dream about me, might not have even realized she had, but something had talked through her.
I shivered, huddling deeper into my jacket. The only nemesis I had was the banshee queen and there was no way I could ever defeat her. She not only had the most power of all banshees, but she also led an army of Red Cap goblins whose sole purpose was to keep her on the throne. I did not want to be added to the list of victims who fed the goblins’ need for blood.
As for my greatest desire, the only thing I’d ever wanted was to be loved for who I was. I suppose all beings, no matter what species, felt the same. I knew it stemmed from my grandmother giving me over to the queen to train. Most banshees were left with their families for the first twenty years of their life. Once they’d learned the rudiments of swordplay and war, they were tested and sent to specialized mentors to hone their natural skills. I’d gone into service with Queen Melosia when I was no more than ten. Forty years spent in the Wailing Court with no one but the queen and her advisors as my family had ensured I would have no idea of what it was like to be loved.
I snorted, startling a demon businessman who eyed me suspiciously before hurrying away. Yeah, yeah, whine, whine, no one loves me. Big deal. There were a lot of people in all the dimensions who managed without it. I could do the same. At least I had Breeze who gave me all the gentle affection I needed to function as a normal being instead of a monster.
As for the tree screaming for blood, that was a riot. Though there are all kinds of man-eating plants in Fairworld, they wanted flesh, not blood. Crystal had gotten her dreams crossed or something. Everything was fine.
Familiar music pounded against my ears and I looked up to see my feet had brought me right to Spankalicious. The building seemed so innocent in the light of day, but the minute the sun set, the lights would come on luring males of all species to its ancient oak doors.
I shuffled my feet, not ready to go in, but knowing I had to. The club was closed to the public right now, yet that didn’t stop potential customers from prowling the sidewalk in front. They looked at me with hungry intent, their eyes skimming the posters next to the doors until they found my picture. Their eyes snapped back to me with heat and lust and in some of their eyes, my pain.
Yeah, I couldn’t stay out here unless I wanted to become someone’s brunch. Damn. I knew I should’ve gone to the French Market to loaf around for a couple of hours. Now I’d have to sit at the bar until Mitz showed up.
I heaved a deep breath and hiked my backpack higher on my shoulder. I had a dance routine to work out with Mitz before my set in three hours.
Yay for work.
----
Chapter Four
Whitesnake’s “Slow An’ Easy” blared through the club as I went through my set. I’m not the best dancer in the world, nor am I particularly gorgeous, but I have big tits and a bubble-shaped ass which is what the customers were here to see. Spankalicious wasn’t a full nudity club, but there was very little left to the imagination. The G-string barely acted as a shield against the hungry gazes crawling all over me.
I’d grown somewhat immune to being exposed in front of so many men. The humans weren’t so bad, but some of the paranormal males were outrageous, some species I’ve never even
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