The moment Vareck's breathing became steady and deep, Léana opened her eyes with a victorious smile. She hadn't slept; she had been waiting for this exact moment. She got up with difficulty, cursing under her breath: "Fuck, Vareck, you destroy me every single time…" Her legs were still shaking from their wild lovemaking.
She went to the wardrobe, took out the compendium, and began reading it. As she turned the pages, she realized it was a book of powerful spells for vampires, werewolves, and sorcerers. It even mentioned supernatural hunters. She wondered if this was the ancient grimoire, but quickly dismissed the idea — if it were, Vareck would never have needed to kidnap Miria.
Flipping through the pages, she found a spell to restore strength for werewolves. She recited the incantation in a low voice, and a revitalizing energy flowed through her, instantly putting her back on her feet. Then she discovered a control spell for werewolves.
At that exact moment, the door opened without a knock. It was Draven, Vareck's right-hand man.
Draven saw Vareck lying naked and asleep, then Léana standing there, also naked, holding the book. "I should have knocked," he said, eyes wide.
Léana: "You think?"
Draven noticed the book. "What are you holding?"
Léana tensed for a second, then quickly recovered. "A book, can't you tell?" She closed it and placed it on the bedside table, then began walking toward him.
Draven, surprised, stepped back. "What are you doing?"
Léana, in a honeyed voice and with a sensual sway of her hips: "Giving you a better view. Isn't that what you want?"
Draven, blushing and flustered: "What? Me? No!"
Léana: "Then why are you here?"
Draven said nothing, swallowing loudly.
Léana moved closer until she was pressed against his body. She wrapped her arms around his neck, feeling his temperature rise. "You know, if it were anyone else, they would have run the moment they saw me like this. But you stayed… and you're looking me up and down."
Draven: "Sorry…" he murmured, his voice trembling.
Léana began to seduce him, rubbing her naked body against his, her hand sliding down to his crotch and stroking his hardening cock through his clothes. Draven grew hotter inside, his breathing quickening, until he finally gave in and kissed her passionately, his tongue exploring her mouth.
After the kiss, Léana looked him straight in the eyes and cast the control spell. Her pupils glowed with a supernatural light.
Draven realized too late. He froze, unable to move. Léana then cast the final spell, turning him into her slave: he would not be able to speak of it to anyone, would forget everything afterward, but would obey her orders.
Léana: "Leave now."
Draven obeyed without hesitation and quickly left the room.
Léana locked the door behind him. "Phew… that was close."