Cassie Palmer may be the world’s chief clairvoyant, but that doesn’t mean people have stopped trying to kill her. And now, the self-styled god Apollo, the source of Cassie’s power, is on the warpath—leaving her no choice but to face down her creator once and for all.
My Quickie Review
Cassie´s adventures continue. This time Apollo himself is out to get her, not to mention the Circle and the War Mages with their personal vendettas. Busy, busy, busy, not a dull moment in her life.
Cassie will learn more about her mother and father, gain a new ally with a lot to teach her, and progress both with Mircea and Pritkin – the two men who have stolen her heart. How she´ll ever be able to chose between them both, I do not know. Also, my favorite scene was Mircea in the teepee! Yee haw =D, and Pritkin’s support always gets me warm. Love this series!
Mircea was on his feet when I turned around again. That seemed to signal the breakup of the party because, within a moment, everyone had disappeared. For once, even Marco found somewhere else to be.
Leaving me alone with Mircea.
I started for the door, but a hand snagged the back of my shirt.
“A moment,” Mircea said quietly.
I sighed but didn’t fight it; we needed to talk.
I was ushered into the master suite, where I stopped dead at the sight of the designer’s pièce de résistance.A full-sized cream leather Indian teepee, complete with brown, hand-painted buffalos and beaded fringe, was serving as a canopy for the bed. “Oh, my God.”
“I’m beginning to sense a theme,” Mircea said, tossing his suit coat over a buckskin-covered chair. A moose head with huge, outspread antlers loomed over it, its bright glass eyes looking oddly lifelike in the low light. Mircea took in the room, his
expression slightly repulsed yet fascinated. “I believe there is only one thing to say at this point.”
“Yee haw,” he said gravely, and took me down like a rodeo calf. Before I entirely figured out what was happening, I was on my back in the teepee with a vampire crawling on top of me.
It was completely unfair, I thought, that when I was tired and disheveled I looked a mess, and when it happened to Mircea he looked like a particularly elegant porn star. His hair was artfully mussed, his shirt was unbuttoned enough to show a glimpse of lean-muscled chest, and his dress slacks clung lovingly to muscular thighs.
In contrast, I was wearing the rumpled sweats I’d slept in, which had also acquired a pizza sauce stain. And that was despite the fact that I had never actually had any pizza.
Not that it mattered much what my clothes looked like considering how fast I was losing them.
My sweatpants went flying, ending up atop the leering moose head, while warm hands slid along my sides, pushing up my T-shirt. I sucked in a breath at the unexpected speed of it all and at the electric tingle that spread up my body.
“You’re supposed to be tired!”
“I am. Which is why I am not berating you for almost giving me a heart attack.” My T-shirt followed the sweatpants, and at least the eerie fake eyeballs on the moose were now covered up. Which was more than I could say for me.
“Vampires don’t get heart attacks.”
Mircea gave me a playful flick of his eyebrow and tugged my panties off. “Good thing.”
I opened my mouth to reply when his palms bracketed my face, swiftly followed by his mouth hard and demanding on mine. And somehow my witty riposte turned into a
pathetic whimpering noise in the back of my throat. Unlike his usual habit, there was no slow seduction this time; Mircea kissed me hot and wet and dirty.