The Warlord Wants Forever
“There were rumors of vampires running about in New Orleans.
Vampires in Louisiana? Unheard of.
If there’d been only one account of leeches, then she and Regin and Nïx would stil be back at Val Hal, their bayou manor, playing video games. But a demon friend had sworn he’d seen one—and a phantom had whispered that there was not just one faction of vampires, but two.
Myst’s eyes darted over the scene, trying to remain focused and not notice the couples franticaly grinding against each other in dark aleys. If Daniela was here she would blow them a kiss and cool them off, freezing hands to asses in mid-grope and making her sisters chortle and rol along the roof. Myst supposed that the Valkyrie were easily amused.
But focus was proving futile ever since her heart had sped up at the idea of vampires here. If for some reason they had come to the New World—which the Horde historicaly found vulgar and beneath them—that stil didn’t mean him.
Wroth. One of her true regrets in her life.
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