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Zev got back to the suite just as Lavanya stepped out of her rooms. His breath caught in his throat when he saw her. Holy shit! Her shoulders were bare and so smooth that her skin looked like a bowl of cream. Her dress was a strapless, black, sequined number that hugged her body and sparkled in the light. Plus, the front was an amazing piece of art. A line of emeralds and crystals formed a tail that started at her calf and twisted up around her hips to her breasts, where it formed a dragon’s head. Its jaws were open, and black feathers jutted out to simulate smoke streaming from its mouth.
“There you are.” Lavanya’s voice barely broke through to him. She smiled, gathered her skirt, and walked toward him like a small slice of heaven.
“Lavanya, you look…amazing.” She might have said “thank you,” but he wasn’t sure. He could lose himself in her. Damn it, he thought. It might be too late already.
As she reached him, he magically changed the color of his jacket panels from dirty brown to silver gray and his t-shirt to black to better match her gown. She noticed the color change.
“You’re handy with clothing. Is this what Dylan picked out for you?” She pulled back to get a better look, as if she knew that Dylan had nothing to do with his wardrobe choice.
“Not exactly.” Zev winked at her and tucked her hand in his arm.
“How do you do that?” Lavanya asked as they walked.
“Just one of my many talents.” Lavanya rolled her violet eyes at him, and for the first time ever, he wanted someone to understand him. He stopped her in the hall.
“Truth,” he said. “I don’t know how it works, but I can create any natural fabric or material—just no plastic or synthetic stuff.” He leaned his head down, rested it against her forehead, closed his eyes, and bathed in the smell of her skin and soft perfume. Lavanya shivered in his hold, but her arms moved to circle his waist in a comfortable embrace.
“Thanks.” Lavanya’s voice washed over him.
“Letting me…telling me the truth.” Lavanya’s small hands caressed his lower back and he knew he had to tell her everything…
Dracula. Demons and a Witches Curse.