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

wrong pocket.”
    Throwing back her head and cackling like a loon, ‘Morticia’ laid
her hand to her chest and took a long dramatic breath before chuckling. “My dear,
you are far more valuable than you realize for reasons you cannot fathom. Not
only are you part of the catch, but also the bait.”
    “Bait?” Cynthia asked a split second before a huge arm came from
the window behind her and wrapped around her neck. Struggling against
confinement, she felt the prick of a needle under her ear as the woman across
from her nodded and said, “Yes, bait for a much bigger, more important fish.”
    Cyn’s vision immediately blurred as she was released from the
choke hold and slid down the seat in a less than glamorous slump. Every one of
her muscles, including those in her mouth, refused to respond as she fought to
remain conscious.
    Her vision narrowed. Her mind became a muddled mess of anger,
fear, and confusion. Clumsily reaching for her purse, which contained her
cellphone and mace, Cyn fell back against the seat with a sad sigh. Whatever
drug had been injected into her system was fast acting and stronger than an ox.
    Groaning when ‘Morticia’ pushed her purse to floor and closed the
distance between them, Cyn cleared her throat and opened her mouth to speak.
Frustration caused her clenched hands to shake in her lap when she could only
whisper, “Why?” while blinking her eyes and attempting to chase away the
shadows. She wanted more than anything to regain just a bit of focus, but
nothing helped. Her hostess’s drawn features were wavy and out of focus when
the bitch shook her head and chuckled sarcastically while taking Cyn’s chin
between her bony fingers and whispering, “You let me worry about why. All you
need to remember is my name is Valentina…and Roman Marinos is mine.”
    Well damn…

 
    Chapter Four
     
    “Waking up chained to a bed after being kidnapped on the way to a
dinner date sure looks sexier when Charlise Theron does it on the big screen,”
Cyn complained to herself, huffing her bangs out of her face and turning her
head as far as she could to see if she was alone.
    With her hands tied over her head and a wall to her left, her view
was less than optimal, but what she saw made her cringe. Valentina and Laurent,
if that was his real name, had left her in a basement of some sort with dirty
water dripping from a rusty pipe, trash piled in the corner, and the distinct
smell of urine that assured Cyn she was squatting in someone’s makeshift home.
The skittering of tiny claws across the concrete floor did nothing to ease her
nerves, and neither did the sounds of footsteps overhead or the cloying scent
of her hostess’ horrific perfume.
    “You’d think she could at least smell like something besides overripe
fruit and week old flowers. I thought maniacal villainesses were supposed to
have good taste.” Cyn smiled at her wit, glad she could still joke considering
the circumstances.
    Shifting her hips, it became immediately apparent the rat bastards
who’d tied her to the bed had also chained her feet. The rub of steel against
her bare ankles and the clang of metal on metal made the now incredibly
frustrated pharmaceutical rep curse under her breath. “Well, I’ll be damned.
This party is getting weirder by the minute.” Grumbling under her breath as the
sound of a large wooden door scraping across the concrete floor echoed through
the space, Cyn bit her tongue and waited for the appearance of Valentina, who
no matter what, she still thought of as Morticia Addams.
    At least her wait wasn’t long, but what the nasty bitch said made
Cyn want to slap her across the face. “Glad to see you’re awake. Not so tough,
are we, little  fýlakas tis kardiás mou.  You would think the
great god Zeus would’ve made you of sturdier stock considering you’re to mate a
King and live forever.”
    Okay….
    Now doubting Valentina’s mental stability along with her good
judgement, Cyn looked at the