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Seeing him on his knees got Dominus’s mind to working. “I feel like celebrating,” he announced, walking to his massive oak desk. He opened a locked drawer and carefully set the report inside. He laid his hand flat on it for a moment before locking the drawer again. “Go get that new blonde I had last night.” Still on his knees, Silas shakily replied, “She was not able to withstand your...attentions, sire. She died in the infirmary just an hour ago.” Dominus’s brows rose. He gazed at his servant, silent. “I shall find you a replacement,” said Silas, rising. He bowed. “Immediately.” Dominus smiled into the gloom, victory singing through his blood. “Make it two.” He thought of the full-Blood female again—her lush body, her exotic scent, her mind a surprising, sweet tangle of brilliance an
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