On the Prowl

next Council meeting. That, and a quick glance at Princess Lucinda sitting there with lazy observing menace, had shut them up.
    Lucinda. She dressed the most modern, the most human, among us. But was actually the least so. The clothes might be contemporary, but that face, that striking face…And it really was striking when your gaze wasn’t distracted by that lush, voluptuous body. With bold features, larger than life—or would that be death?—she had the face of a goddess of old. Something you worshipped, offered sacrifices to. Blood sacrifices. She’d sat there, far enough away from me not to trigger my new inhabitant, my inner demon, sated for now. With Dontaine’s distracting touch—I’d clutched his hand like a safety blanket the entire time—we made it through with no screaming, no near possession, no crazy Mixed Blood Queen freak show. Cool. Neat-o. One fit per Council meeting was enough.
    Why had I wigged out the previous night? Because the stress had triggered my beast. That was my story, and my men and I were sticking to it. It was the truth, so far as that went. Only they thought I meant my animal beast—I had two of them now, it seemed—when it was really the demon beastie in me causing all the ruckus. I made Dontaine and Tomas swear not to tell the others what had really happened. And they had given me their oaths because they were afraid for me, while I was afraid for them. Blaec, the High Lord of Hell, had killed all of Mona Louisa’s men to keep his secret. I did not want the next men he slaughtered to be mine.
    We were flying home. But we were not safe and not sound. Something dead, demon dead, resided within me, like an unpredictable bomb that could go off at any time. It wasn’t safe to be around me. True in the past; even truer now. The men who loved me, who stayed around me, died. Only the threat now wasn’t from others, it was from me.
    I sent up a silent prayer to God for my human side. Help me, please. Then that other part of me that was not human but Monère looked out into the night sky, onto what had once been our home. I looked to the moon, so serene, pale, and distant, but hesitated. The last time I had asked for help, I’d ended up sucking Mona Louisa’s demon-tainted essence into me. But old habits—and new habits, too, for that matter—died hard. I lived but did not learn. I sent a prayer winging out to that distant power, to our Mother Moon. Please. Keep my men, my people safe, I prayed. Keep them safe from me.

Dear Reader,

    Luscious Lucinda is spinning off her own series beginning with Lucinda, Darkly, the first book of The Demon Princess Chronicles, available now. Be very, very wary. Because danger may bite you when you are least prepared. But for every pain, my darlings, I promise there will be pleasure . . .

    For more on Mona Lisa and her beautiful men, indulge your senses with my novella in Over the Moon, and my single titles Mona Lisa Awakening and Mona Lisa Blossoming. And coming in January 2008, Mona Lisa Craving.
    Sunny
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