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Tawny Taylor Carpe Nocturne 2: Kiss Me, Kill Me - 6 ­
But the words were nonsense. Utterly meaningless, even in the Ancient Tongue.
Had he been taken for a fool? Furious, he thought about throwing the still
burning candle into the mess, but ran to gather a pencil and paper first.
It never paid to act in haste.
He copied down the entire message then completed the final cleansing step to
clear away the results of the spell.
He took a moment to read what he’d written on the paper. Was it some kind of
code? A puzzle he had to solve?
He supposed it would be foolish for a mage to hand over a spell this powerful if
there were no protective measures in place.
That had to be it. A code. A puzzle. He was excellent at both.
“It won’t be long, my love,” he said to his beloved, still lying in her resting place
on the altar. “It won’t be long at all. The next time I cast the spell, you will be mine for
always.”
* * *
Burke Langton parked the car in the middle of a drugstore’s parking lot. He
turned to Sylvie Durand -- his Origo, his mate -- and was immediately rendered a near
cripple by the pain of the Iugum, the Binding. It had increased a hundredfold since
leaving the bar.
Fuck!
Of all the Insurgis who had to be Sylvie’s other mate… of all the fucking Insurgis!
Why did it have to be Miko Dvorak, brother and second in command to Hadrian
Dvorak?
While he knew in the back of his mind there was the possibility the situation
could work to his advantage, right now, while his blood was burning like acid and his
body ached for what it could not have, he didn’t care. All he cared about was
completing the Binding. The pain would be gone. And if the legends were true, he’d not
only find completion, but he’d also experience the one thing that was impossible for
him now -- love.