Chapter Ten
Danica trained, hard during the nights, and spent the days in Jaguar's arms. She became more and more comfortable in his world, falling deeper and deeper in love with him.
Soon, he fed only from her, by her request. And she began to take his blood. In small amounts, none large enough to turn her.
She learned to control her magic; now capable of all the things she had hoped. And of much more. She was able to perform the majority of her spells without the words if she wanted.
Jazmyna, Amy, and Lena were all granted free blood at Danica request, although Jazmyna stayed on at Midnight. The others returned tot eh life they had before they were sold into slavery.
Danica learned to control her shape-shifter blood with the help of Jaguar. The creature she chose to change to was the jaguar.
"I've got some new slaves for you, Jaguar." Kestral said as he entered the room, with a group of three humans. Jaguar only smiled from his black leather couch, where he sprawled with Danica at his side.
"That's good. Tell me about them." Jaguar said as Danica picked a dagger from the table in front of the couch. She twirled it about for a while before using it to pierce Jaguar's finger.
"They're strong. All of them. The male is missing an eye, but that was from before I acquired him. The redhead is a witch." Kestral kept his eyes on Danica as she licked the blood from Jaguar's fingers.
"I want to see." She announced, sliding from the couch. She was dressed in a black leather corset with blue lace trim and black leather pants. On her feet were combat boots. Her black hair hung loosely in tight curls.
"Go ahead, Danica." Jaguar smiled, knowing what she had planned.
Dani circled around the group of humans. The blonde was strong. Very much so. Probably a hunter. And the red-head was indeed a witch, although not born one.
"I like them. We'll take them, won't we?"
"Whatever my wild cat wants." Jaguar replied. "How much?" He looked at Kestral.
"Twenty for the male because he's damaged, fifty for the witch and the blonde."
"Done." Jaguar signed a check and handed it to Kestral.
"You should have been mine." Kestral snarled at Danica as she walked past him.
"I belong to no one. I'm freeblood." Danica snapped.
"Dirty whore."
"I'm not. I'm Kennan. I'm the blood and essence of Kennan." Danica said, holding her head up high as the dagger flew straight into Kestral's chest. He gasped. As it twisted, she said, "And no one can take that from me."
Danica trained, hard during the nights, and spent the days in Jaguar's arms. She became more and more comfortable in his world, falling deeper and deeper in love with him.
Soon, he fed only from her, by her request. And she began to take his blood. In small amounts, none large enough to turn her.
She learned to control her magic; now capable of all the things she had hoped. And of much more. She was able to perform the majority of her spells without the words if she wanted.
Jazmyna, Amy, and Lena were all granted free blood at Danica request, although Jazmyna stayed on at Midnight. The others returned tot eh life they had before they were sold into slavery.
Danica learned to control her shape-shifter blood with the help of Jaguar. The creature she chose to change to was the jaguar.
"I've got some new slaves for you, Jaguar." Kestral said as he entered the room, with a group of three humans. Jaguar only smiled from his black leather couch, where he sprawled with Danica at his side.
"That's good. Tell me about them." Jaguar said as Danica picked a dagger from the table in front of the couch. She twirled it about for a while before using it to pierce Jaguar's finger.
"They're strong. All of them. The male is missing an eye, but that was from before I acquired him. The redhead is a witch." Kestral kept his eyes on Danica as she licked the blood from Jaguar's fingers.
"I want to see." She announced, sliding from the couch. She was dressed in a black leather corset with blue lace trim and black leather pants. On her feet were combat boots. Her black hair hung loosely in tight curls.
"Go ahead, Danica." Jaguar smiled, knowing what she had planned.
Dani circled around the group of humans. The blonde was strong. Very much so. Probably a hunter. And the red-head was indeed a witch, although not born one.
"I like them. We'll take them, won't we?"
"Whatever my wild cat wants." Jaguar replied. "How much?" He looked at Kestral.
"Twenty for the male because he's damaged, fifty for the witch and the blonde."
"Done." Jaguar signed a check and handed it to Kestral.
"You should have been mine." Kestral snarled at Danica as she walked past him.
"I belong to no one. I'm freeblood." Danica snapped.
"Dirty whore."
"I'm not. I'm Kennan. I'm the blood and essence of Kennan." Danica said, holding her head up high as the dagger flew straight into Kestral's chest. He gasped. As it twisted, she said, "And no one can take that from me."