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Prophecy rolled onto her side and threw her arm over Valentine's cool hard chest. She sighed contentedly as she registered the feeling of his skin against hers and hazily remembered last night. Moving closer to him, she hooked her leg over his and rubbed her cheek against his chest.
She smiled when he tilted his head and pressed a kiss to her forehead.
Satisfaction hummed through every inch of her. She'd never felt so sated before. She couldn't even remember what they'd done.
A small moan escaped her when a firm hand gripped her hip, fingertips grazing sensitive flesh and sending a shiver of desire through her.
Her eyes widened when the bed behind her depressed and someone brushed up against her back.
The hand on her waist drew her closer, pulling her backside against his crotch, and she realised the hand didn't belong to Valentine. Valentine rolled over and murmured something in his sleep, nuzzling her throat, his body flush against hers.
She froze, wedged between two hard, masculine bodies.
Her eyes widened further, showing the white all around her irises when the person behind her kissed her neck and purred softly into her ear.
She frowned, struggling to remember exactly what had happened.
Then it hit her.
She stared at her right hand and the now fading stone of her amulet.
This wasn't good.
* * * *
Prophecy propped her head up on her upturned palm and flicked another page in her mother's book of spells. She was getting bored. It was over an hour since Valentine had told her to sneak away from her Death Day party and wait for him in her room. She wondered what was keeping him. It was probably business about his bloodline. It had been weighing on his mind recently, stealing his passion and leaving her feeling as though they were drifting apart. They weren't, but she couldn't stop herself from feeling that way. She turned another page. A love spell. She smiled at her mother's youthful enthusiasm for magic. If she didn't already have Valentine, by now she would probably be using love spells on him to make him hers. She flicked past it and raised her brows. A lust spell.
She remembered that her mother had already been with her father before she had developed the ability to use magic. Her eyes scanned the symbols and words on the page. Had they used this? She really hoped she hadn't been the product of a good old-fashioned lust spell.
Another two pages passed her by without her paying them much attention and then she stopped. Love slave?
Her playful smile became a grin.
It would be fun to have a love slave. After all, it was her Death Day. She glanced at the door, now thankful that Valentine was taking his time. He was probably talking to Venturi. When she'd left, she'd seen the Tenebrae approach him. They looked good side by side, her two loves. Valentine was growing used to the fact that while she loved him, a part of her also loved Venturi.
She was still a little surprised by Valentine's actions at the ball. When Venturi had arrived with some of his high guard, including Piotr, Valentine had encouraged her to greet them. She had. She'd walked up to Venturi, held him close to her, and breathed him in. It had been too long since she'd seen him. He'd been fighting battle after bloody battle with demons in his area, all of them determined to reopen the gate to Hell. She'd even kissed his cheek and whispered how much she'd missed him.
