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other, murmuring words of love and commitment in the bright daylight of noon.
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Epilogue
Twyla pulled her silk-lined cloak about her shoulders and allowed her footman to
open the door of her black and gold carriage and help her out. She stepped on the
cobblestone street of Middleton, a city near to the one she, Dai and Nico now lived. It
had taken her three months to track Marsten down. He d fled Dandre Village when
he d discovered she was part of a Sacred Triad.
But she would not be denied closure, and he would not escape retribution.
His rooms lay above a cookshop in one of the seedier parts of the city. The city s
inhabitants eyed her black and gold carriage drawn by six perfectly black horses,
curiously. Twyla felt at home in an environment like this, but she realized the poor,
bedraggled residents of this neighborhood likely didn t get many visitors as well-heeled
as herself.
Nico and Dai had fought to accompany her, but she d been firm in her resolve to do
this on her own. After all, it wasn t like she was powerless. Her magick had returned to
her in full and then some.
With a look toward the blue sunlit sky, she entered the building and walked up the
stairs to Marsten s room. Steeling herself to again lay her gaze on one of the men who d
killed her mother, she raised her hand and sent a blast of magick against the wooden
door. It flew off the hinges, and a draft of fetid air from Marsten s flat hit her square in
the face. She turned her face away and coughed.
Marsten sat at a long table eating a stew. He wore a grimy tunic and sat with one
hand to his mouth, frozen with shock, his eyes wide. He started to stand. Hey, you
can t
She shot her hand in his direction, firing a quick blast of power that sat him back
down in his chair. Marsten oomfed as his breath left him.
Stay, she commanded.
Marsten squinted up at her. His angry gaze traced up from her silk slippers to the
burgundy gown to the expensive jewels that glittered at her ears, throat and wrists. His
gaze settled on her face. Fear shot through his mud-colored eyes. T-the pendant, that
was a just a little joke, milady. I never meant any harm.
Silence! Her magickally enhanced voice boomed throughout the room. Rage
ripped through her and she fought to control it. Rage and magick did not mix. That was
one of the many lessons she d learned in her recent magickal studies.
Marsten mouth snapped shut with an audible click.
I suppose you meant no harm the night you raped and killed my mother, also.
She stepped toward him, looking him up and down. I came here today in order to
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prevent you from hurting any other women. I will also be searching out the other
participant from that night who still lives. Now, listen carefully, because I don t want to
waste any more time on you than I must.
Marsten looked at her with wide eyes. She could taste his fear on her tongue. Twyla
didn t enjoy it, and she didn t want it. All she wanted was to get on with this business
so she could go home to the ones who loved her.
She raised her hand and closed her eye, feeling the magick within her bubbling to
the surface. It tickled her palm as it radiated out, seeking and finding its focus.
You and your mother were not the first, Marsten yelled. You were not the first
women I forced that way. You won t be the last, either. He laughed. Dirty whores!
You all like it in the end, anyway. No matter what we do to you, you still He gasped
and looked down at his crotch, where her magick was fulfilling its purpose. About now,
he should ve been feeling his cock shrivel.
Marsten shrieked. He stood up, causing the chair to fall backward, and retreated to
the far corner of the room to cower. But he wouldn t be able to prevent her magick from
completing its task.
The magickal stream ceased and retreated into her body. I was the last. Marsten.
Your days of seeking pleasure from the terror of women are over. She raised an
eyebrow. Indeed, you will not be able seek your pleasure in any fashion again, ever.
She turned and walked out the door, leaving to Marsten to yell and cry behind her
as he realized she d wasted his member.
Happy to have that unpleasant business completed, her heart light, knowing that
other women were now protected from the fate she d endured, she walked back down
to her carriage that would take her back to the men who loved her.
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About the Author
Anya Bast writes erotic fantasy and paranormal romance. Primarily, she writes
happily-ever-afters with lots of steamy sex. After all, how can you have a happily-ever-
after WITHOUT lots of sex?
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Blood of an Angel
Blood of the Raven
Blood of The Rose
Autumn Pleasures: The Union
Ordinary Charm
Spring Pleasures: The Transformation
Summer Pleasures: The Capture
Water Crystal
Winter Pleasures: The Training
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