A Hunger to Share ( Book Two )

Chapter 1

Ada   

France

Ada fixed her short, red hair, and entered the club.

It had taken her seven days, some bribery, a little torture, and threats to find out Angelina's favorite place, the Whisper club.  

Ada approached the witch, and flipped her hair. "Hey gorgeous." Angelina looked away from the dancing platform, black eyes landing on her. "Mind if I join you?"

"Not at all." Angelina patted her lap, and Ada sat on her leather clad thighs, throwing her arms around the witche's neck. "I haven't seen you here before."

"I'm new." Ada leaned close, and whispered in her ear.

"It's good to see a fresh face." Angelina ran her fingers down Ada's spine, cupping her ass. "You're not from around here. You don't speak French."

"No. But I'm just as talented as the French girls. I'll show you if you let me." Ada ran her fingers over Angelina's stomach. 

The woman people saw when they looked at her was indeed French but Ada's illusions were limited to the physical aspects. She couldn't access brains, read thoughts, or speak other languages.

"Prove it." Angelina ordered.

"Not here. You deserve a private show." Ada whispered against her lips.

"All right." Angelina stood up, and took her hand, leading her to one of the private lounges.

She closed the door, and plopped down on a lush red couch, legs planted apart, arms thrown on either side of the couch, an amused smirk playing on her lips.  

Ada straddled her, and started moving up and down sensualy. Their bodies pressed against each other. Angelina's hand moved between Ada's legs, and caressed her over her lace panties.

She felt disgusted with herself but it was a means to an end. It was for
Maggie.

Angelina kissed her. "You have such a pretty face." She flipped them over and pushed Ada's back against the couch. Her lips moved to her neck.

Ada lifted her arms over her head, and moaned. She sliced open the inside of her left arm with a sharp fingernail. Angelina was too busy fucking her to notice.

Ada pushed two fingers inside of her open flesh and grabbed the thin, long, slippery piece of rowan wood. Putting it there had hurt like a bitch, taking it out hurt even more.

The scent of rowan wood was obsecured by Ada's blood, and all the other smells in the club. Angelina's guards would be too late to save her.

Ada felt Angelina's lips over her lace bra, and brought the rowan wood down, aiming for her heart.

Angelina's free hand came up fast and grabbed her wrist in a death grip. "Naughty girl."

"You don't know that half of it."

Ada tried to wrench her wrist free, but Angelina's grip tightened, shattering her bones. Ada held on to the rowan wood. Angelina tightened her fingers, and the wood slipped out of her grip. The witch cought her wrists, and pinned them against the red couch.

"I don't need my magic to kill you Ada. Old fashioned ways work just fine. Your anti witch herbs can't save you from me. It was a very good performance but I knew it was you the second you entered the club. My people have been watching you."

Ada broke the illusion, hissing in pain. "Then why am I still alive?"

"You're fun to play with." Angelina let go of her.

"You're disgusting." Ada looked at the rowan wood lying on the floor next to Angelina's feet.

Angelina rolled her eyes. "Says the one who whores herself for revange."

"It's not the worst thing I've done." Ada punched her in the nose. Her broken wrist was in agony. Ada punched her again.

Angelina groaned. Ada pushed her off and kicked her in the chest. She snatched the rowan wood from the floor and hauled Angelina up by her black hair, the tip of the rowan wood ready to pierce the witche's heart. "Say byby bitch."

"You really don't want to do that."

"Watch me."

"Then his blood will be on your hands."