HE STOOD OVER HER, watching her twitch and moan. Her color was bad, and her olive-toned skin was covered in a fine sheen of sweat. Reaching out, he pulled a long strand of silky dark hair off her cheek, tucking it behind her ear.
She was a beautiful woman. A little too curvy for his taste, but beautiful none-the-less.
Too bad he had to kill her.
He had nothing against the woman personally. She’d done nothing to him. But her gypsy ancestors had ruined his life. They’d ruined the lives of all of his family and had sent him skimming into madness at a young age, unable to cope with the curse they’d visited on him and kept alive with their black magic.
Starting with that darn Granny Rawnie. She’d been the initiator of the curse, when she’d killed Joshua Hellsworth decades earlier, during a
