Dark magick coursed through the room. And it wasn’t mine, Mason’s, or Uriah’s. It wasn’t even Sadie’s. It was darkly sweet, the divine unholy feminine. It was the deafening strike of lightning from a powerful storm, the unmistakable scent of violent sex, and the luxurious feel of soft, supple skin. It was the destruction and sensuality of the Dark Goddess and her beautifully deadly daughters.
