ROMAN: Fury of Her King (Kings of the Blood Book 2) by Julia Mills Read Free Book Online

guess I should’ve taken a nap instead of playing
dress-up Barbie all afternoon,” she giggled to herself. “Either that or have
eaten more than a cracker or two on the run.” Looking at the glass in her hand,
she went on, “This champagne is good but I better stop at one…and stop talking
to myself.”
    It took two tries to get the flute into its holder in the limo
mini bar, which tickled Cyn so much that she jumped when the window separating
her from Laurent went down and he asked, “Everything all right, Miss St.
James.”
    “Yes,” she hiccupped, quickly covering her mouth before barely
getting out, “thank you.”
    What is wrong with me? I sound drunk. Lightweight…
    Shaking her head and patting her cheeks, Cyn took several deep
breaths and sat up straight, but it wasn’t long before she was once again
yawning and snuggling back into the overstuffed leather seats. Looking out the
window, she quickly realized it was hard to focus and the passing scenery
seemed to be underwater.
    What the hell?
    No sooner had the thought crossed her mind than she felt the car
slowing down. Glancing at her watch but unable to make out the blurry numbers,
Cyn thought back to leaving her condo and knew there was no way they had been
traveling long enough to have reached Roman’s. Also, from the directions she’d
looked up right after he’d asked her to dinner, she knew it was a straight shot
from her front door to his with the only turn being when they reached his front
gate.
    Knocking on the window, she called out, “Laurent, is something
wrong?”
    The limo coming to a complete stop was the only answer she
received. Grabbing the door handle, she gritted her teeth and growled when her
attempts to open the door were thwarted by the locks. Jumping to the seat
across from her, her adrenalin pushing away the vestiges of sleep that just
seconds ago had fogged her mind, she pounded on both the window at her side and
the one now behind her head while yelling, “What the hell is going on? Laurent?
LAURENT!”
    No sooner were the words out of her mouth than the locks on the
doors popped open, the door beside her flung open, and a tall, thin Morticia
Addams lookalike climbed in the seat across from her. Taking in the sight
before her, Cyn wasn’t sure if she was supposed to be scared or amused but was
sure that pissed off had bypassed both.
    Opening her mouth to speak, Morticia beat her to the punch with a
question of her own, “So you are who he prefers to me?” Tsking and tapping the
tip of her pointy red nail against her chin, the woman added, “There is just no
accounting for taste.”
    Cyn immediately recognized the woman’s accent as being similar to
Laurent’s but much less pronounced. It was obvious they were in on whatever was
going on together, now all she had to do was figure out what that was before
things got out of hand.
    Going for the calm, cool, collected approach, although her heart
was wildly trying to escape through her throat, Cyn stuck out her hand, smiled,
and said “I’m sorry, I don’t think I’ve had the pleasure. My name is Cynth…”
    Waving her long thin fingers at Cyn’s outstretched hand while
curling her heavily made up nose with disgust ‘Morticia’ pooed, “Cynthia St.
James, yes, yes, I know very well who you are.”
    Pulling back her hand and rolling her eyes, Cyn’s mouth engaged
before her brain and she scoffed, “Well, I don’t know you, lady.”
    Curling her darkly painted red lips into a sinister smile, the
woman leaned forward and cooed, “Oh, darling, you are so right. You do not know
me. Neither do you know what I am capable of.”
    Tired of all the theatrics, Cyn shook her head, scooted to the
edge of the seat, and sighed. “Can we just cut the crap? I’m no one important.”
Motioning all around her, she went on, “This isn’t even my limo. I was on the
way to have dinner and this is my date’s car, so if this is a ransom or
whatever, honey, you are trying to pick the