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That afternoon, right after lunch, Claudia got a text from Sean’s number asking her to meet him on Bourbon Street, so she was waiting in front of Marie Laveau’s House of Voodoo like they agreed upon over text. As she waited, she kept checking her phone because she had made it to the spot right on time and she couldn’t see him anywhere.

"As I've said, I treat Sage like my own daughter. I just made sure that she is protected under my watch especially when she almost led herself to her own deathbed because of her desperation to avenge her brother. That witch mark can't do any harm to her if you're worried." I breathed out of relief. At least, I was certain that the Laveau was on my mate's side which also reminded me that I had to confirm something from her. Pulling out the photos from inside my jacket, I placed them on the desk, pushing them towards her. "Then do you recognize these marks from somewhere?" Mrs. Laveau set aside her tea and scanned through the photos, her face distorted in distress while Cornelius was also star

She was watching him towel off, fresh out of a hot shower. Marie’s eyes travelled the length of his white body, taking in his curly pale hair, blue eyes, thin pink lips. She always lingered on her favourite parts of him, his thick, firm fingers, his long, curved cock. Then Gavin’s eyes began to linger on Marie. Her right foot was firmly planted on a red-velvet-seated golden chair. She was wearing a black vinyl thong and nothing more. She was holding a purple silk scarf. Marie had something in store for him.

“Who does that in this century? He isn’t some Romeo and we aren’t in a Shakespearian play. We should have called the cops.” We should be calling the cops now. This reminds me of the time when Aloisia sent an undead as a gift to me. I am sure that Marie isn’t exactly dead, but there is something off about her. Undeads have grey skin and rotting teeth. Marie’s teeth are fine and her skin looks parched but it’s not grey. She does need a moisturiser. Should I recommend one? Who gets out of the house without moisturising her skin? Does she apply --

"I met Marie Thibodaux. She's Marie Laveau's descendant. Direct bloodline." Tamara's mouth fell open. Even she knew that name. Marie Laveau, the Voodoo Queen of New Orleans. "You met Marie Laveau's descendant?" "Met. Learned from. Got saved by." Smith's eyes flickered in the rearview mirror. For just a second, they flashed silver instead of brown. "She taught me magic when I was lost. When I was running from what happened with Kai and Dad." "Smith—" "Your mother went to see her. Elena. Three times in her last year."

The touristy types were holding cameras to their eyes and pointing excitedly, while the people who obviously lived there ducked and dived around waving arms. I’ve been shoved this way and that a million times over, so Aiden’s hand-holding didn’t seem so dumb now. Especially not since I fell into a wall and scraped my elbow. “What do you wanna see?” Aiden looked down at me, and I shuffled a couple inches closer to him. “All right?” “Busy,” I muttered. “Um, I don’t know. Marie Laveau’s grave? Stop in every voodoo shop we see?” “We’ve probably got time for both of those,” he laughed quietly.

Roderigo inched out of the restroom. He had checked every corner of the apartment looking for something, anything to link to the murderer. The area has been red taped restricting commoners from accessing the environment. One the right side of the room was a picture of the model in a black bikini, a glass of wine was in her left hand while a glass cup containing the wine was in her left hand. It was an unaware picture of the I*******m influencer, Marie Leet.

Marie chuckled at her lies, “it’s my first time meeting a cunning person like you!” “And it’s my first time meeting a liar like you! You must be wearing an original dress from a prestigious brand but you will never hide your real identity because you paired it with an imitation shoe! What a great pretender,” Lauren rolls her eyes and fanning her body as if she was sweating. “Regine,” Marie called while looking at Lauren’s face. “Yes, ma’am?” the staff answered. “Call a security and told them to not allow her inside,” she orders and passes by her.

She ignored him. One of the men Marie had tipped off led the way. They arrived in the room, their cameras at the ready. They pushed the door open, their cameras flashing non-stop. Marie, who had just finished doing the deed with the man, was still confused. She was sober now. The effect of the aphrodisiac had worn off, but her memories were still a little foggy. She was scared shitless when the door burst open and several people walked in, flashing lights in her face. She quickly covered her naked self.

Marie smoothed her hair, “I was very worried when Cecily told me what happened. I prayed you’d come back to us unhurt" Isabella cried some more, “Aunt Marie those men, they didn’t hurt me. They seemed nice. They assured me they wouldn’t harm me. Aless... I don’t know what’s...what...they...”. Marie held her chin and stared at her, “Do you want the undiluted truth?”. She nodded. “He is going to kill them”, Marie stated, “It wouldn’t look nice in any way, he’s going to leave them in a state that they would not only be unrecognizable but there would be no proof that they also were once breathing, living humans”.