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DOMINIC BOLTED UPRIGHT in bed. He reached for the bedspread that he’d kicked off in the middle of the night. It felt as if the temperature in the room dropped drastically. A sense of foreboding washed over him. He swore there was someone in the room with him. He looked around to see if anyone was there.
Suddenly a heaviness came across him. If he didn't know better, he would think he was having a heart attack. His blood ran cold; a figure emerged from the darkness. This had to be his imagination. The woman was dead yet here she stood just as beautiful as the night Bianca gave her the kiss of death.
Even in death, her ethereal beauty showed. He shook his head to clear the image in front of him. Even after blinking his eyes, she remained in his room. She had yet to look at him, but he knew it was her. Her hair shimmered in the moonlight as she paced back and forth. Even in the darkness, he could make out her voluptuous body underneath the sheer nightgown. The nightgown clung to her curves in all the right places. His heart caught in his throat as he made out the bump in her belly. He shook his head, this couldn’t be. Could it be that Bianca didn’t kill her and she had been waiting for the perfect time to make her presence known?
Then she looked at Dominic, and he felt his heart stop beating. Her once gorgeous green eyes were now black as night. It seemed as if time stood still as their eyes locked on each other. He watched in horror as her mouth opened to speak, but no sound came out, just a vile smell. It reminded him of death and decay. No, this couldn’t be happening. This must be a nightmare.
Instinctively, he reached for the Gris Gris bag he kept under his pillow. Thankfully, he had enough common sense to have a special bag made for him before venturing into the voodoo business. The lady had told him to make sure that no other person touched his Gris Gris bag. To do so would cause the bag to lose its power.
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RAYNE SIMONEAUD’S EYES flared with rage at the sight of the man who’d betrayed her. Rayne disappeared from the room as easily as she’d appeared. Whatever Bianca had in store for this one was far worse than anything Rayne could do. She would seek out her revenge on Brian before turning on Bianca. She must gather her strength to fight Bianca. Rayne had already seen where Bianca had relocated her zombies and followers deep in the swamp.
Her new home was a primitive dwelling. It was constructed of cypress and heavily covered with Spanish moss. The hut was built on stilts with a rope ladder being the only way up. Several other huts were constructed on the ground for her followers and the zombies. Rayne needed to keep a close eye on Bianca.