Bride of the Beast
I chortled, dropping the wine glass on an empty table, and resisting the urge to tug the taffeta ends of the gold linen that has begun to slip away from the center, toward the near end.
The soft melody of the piano started playing again and I turned round to find that I couldn't locate the organ for the life of me., damn near shrieking and letting my wolf burst out my skin when I felt the Witch’s surprisingly normal hands lace through mine.
“What the h-” I croaked, trailing off when the woman cut in.
“Dance with me, Nola. I need to remind you of a few things because I see that you’ve quite lost your footing.” Ma Jules whispered heatedly, confusing me, even more, when she grinned.
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