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“Anyway sir” he said as politely as he could manage, “what brings me the honor of your attention.”
“Trouble” the other dark mage said. “Kiki has gone missing and I mislike what she may be up to.”
“You give that vampire slut too much freedom. It’s sad” Trump said. He snarled. That woman had turned up her nose at him as if her pussy was made of gold. And when he’d sought to compel her with his power it had slid right off. His master had proofed her against any power save his own. He had then tried to force the issue physically…that had not gone well. His mind wandered to their last encounter…
His former master, Aaron Burr regarded him closely. The newly inaugurated president didn’t consider himself especially complex, but it chilled him the way the other mage seemed to read him down to his bones.
“So, you say. I know you keep your own…women close at hand. Do you fear that given room they would disappear forever?”
“I’m not the one calling my former apprentice because a woman I care for hopped out of town for a lark” Trump countered.
“I do not worry that she will seek her freedom. Well I do. But only because that will be a step on the road to her ultimate goal of my death.”
