Kieran had trouble remembering how they returned to her hotel room the next morning. It was a blur, even to him.
They were both drunker than he thought. Kieran was a lightweight drinker but Imogen was quite used to drinking her way through a bar. It was amusing to think that a petite woman like her could hold her liquor and he couldn't.
Anyway, he wasn't sure if it was because of the strong Scotch that he ordered or it was because of Imogen.
All that he could remember in his drunken haze was that they had locked the door behind them and how he had roughly pushed her up against it.
He couldn't get enough of her. What Kieran wanted was Imogen’s lips and neck. Her moans told him the same thing.
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"My darling witchling."Imogen sighed in her sleep as she rolled over to her side. The cold night breeze came in through the open window. Opaque white curtains fluttered as the devil came inside her room."Wake up, my darling."He walked with the darkness and shadows to his promised bride, his destiny.My pretty little darling witch.She lay on her bed of purple satin sheets and translucent white curtains in her four poster bed like a sleeping child.He marveled at her ethereal beauty with her pearlescent skin and crown of dark hair. His s
"Thanks for meeting me," Imogen said as she smiled at her best friend. The brown-haired young woman smiled back. "I didn't know what to do. I didn’t know who else to call, Isabel." After her conversation with her mother, she called her best friend almost immediately. They promptly scheduled lunch at Mary Grace in their favorite mall in Alabang two days after her arrival from Singapore to discuss everything that was happening to her and the disturbing dream that she had. They met in a small cafe that served delicious cakes and coffee. It was a Wednesday afternoon so the cafe was nearly empty. Imogen was nervous but she didn’t let it show. "I'm glad you called. How are you?" Isabel asked, looking worried. 
"Thanks for meeting me," Imogen said as she smiled at her best friend. The brown-haired young woman smiled back. "I didn't know what to do. I didn’t know who else to call, Isabel." After her conversation with her mother, she called her best friend almost immediately. They promptly scheduled lunch at Mary Grace in their favorite mall in Alabang two days after her arrival from Singapore to discuss everything that was happening to her and the disturbing dream that she had. They met in a small cafe that served delicious cakes and coffee. It was a Wednesday afternoon so the cafe was nearly empty. Imogen was nervous but she didn’t let it show. "I'm glad you called. How are you?" Isabel asked, looking worried. 
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