was once basic brown hair. Silver and green shards of metallic light colored my eyes making me look ethereal and frightening.
Patrick dropped to his knees
Sweat broke out in a fine sheen along his face and arms. His breathing became ragged as he gripped the fabric of his shirt. The sound of the silk tearing was sickening.
I took a step backward and shook my head in confusion. He was trying to rip his clothing off?
“Shit, what are you doing?” I gasped. I had to stop him before he was too far gone. This was supposed to be just show but he was reacting as if it were a brutal seduction.
I felt faint. Oh, no! Realization hit me in the face as my body hummed with awareness. I was releasing pheromones. My mind was whirling with the reality of what my body was trying to do. He had power, I had power, and that was something he was definitely attracted to.
I hadn’t given him everything I had, but even then, Patrick was primal enough to be affected.
“Patrick, stop. Listen to me,” I tried to soothe him, bring him back. His mind was slipping, reverting to the basic need to mate. I could taste the lust in the air; smell his need. Damn it, this wasn’t going well at all. I shielded myself completely, shrouding myself behind my Jamaican cloak.
I pulled in my pheromones, perfuming the air with the wild scent of the club. The cloak of human bodies covered in human sweat.
Patrick struggled to his feet and sputtered liquid onto the floor. “Woman,” he growled as he fumbled, “what have you done to me?”
With my glamour back in place, he was slowly gaining control. I could feel the tension ease around me. There wasn’t much I could do about his reaction; all I could do was try to be happy that it was so strong, even though it wasn’t quite the type I’d counted on.
“Patrick, I don’t know what you want from me. I already went through this with Seth.” Well, not exactly, but he didn’t have to know that. “Tell the Council to stop their pursuit of me. I am free of the ring and can not be used or manipulated. You’ve seen some of my true form; you know I’m telling the truth.”
He shuttered; his face pale and drenched with sweat. Thin strands of spittle ran from his lips. “I will give them your message, but I don’t think it will change their pursuit.” He coughed and spat on the floor. “Power is power, Grace, and you’re drenched in it.” He ran his sleeve across his mouth. “I’m sure the only thing that will change is how they approach this new development. Lord! I still feel the lust."
I moved further away from him.
“I want to take you, right here in the middle of this dance floor. What the fuck, Grace?” He shook his head as if the idea could be flung from his mind. “I’ve never felt this before. It’s fading.” He glared at me, “It’s fading a lot, but I think if you don’t leave this place right now I’m going to embarrass us both. I know your true form. My God; I can’t get the vision out of my head.”
“Patrick, you need to stop. Don’t you get it? I didn’t do this to seduce you. I had to show you that I am no longer human. My Madea, form is who I am. No ring binds me. I cannot be used. I am no longer the pathetic tool your people believe me to be. This must stop.”
I could see his struggle. Fists clenched tightly at his sides, teeth grinding while pulling in great puffs of air.
“Calm Patrick, breathe slowly.” I whispered.
“Leave, Grace. Now. I will relay your message, but I think you’ve made things worse for yourself. I have you in my head. I know your power has been leashed, but I can still feel you. I smell you.” He took a small step toward me. I held my ground, my chin raised. “I want a taste,” he breathed.
“I’m not afraid of you Patrick. I already told you. You can’t hurt me,” I shook my head, “you just can’t.”
“You mistake me Grace. I wouldn’t dream of hurting you. I would devour you, but not as a wolf, Grace, as a man.”
My chin fell. I admit, my transformation into a true Madea was a very short time ago, but the effects of my true form have never been like