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glancing up, “Roman has many secrets and as his confidant, I’ve kept these
secrets for more years than I can remember.” She flashed her onyx eyes at Cyn.
“So, as I’m sure you can understand, I’m going to have to ask for your utmost
discretion and secrecy. What I show you here today must stay just between us
girls.”
Unable to stop herself, Cyn added, “And Laurent. Let’s not forget
about your henchman.”
Chuckling like she was at a cocktail party as opposed to addressing
the woman she’d being holding captive for a day, Valentina tittered, “Oh, never
fear. Laurent will keep our secret.” She glanced over her shoulder. “He always
has. He’s my cousin, you see.” Another chuckle. “We’ve been thick as thieves
for years.”
Clapping her hands together, Valentina smiled, “So, where were
we?” Patting the book, “Oh yes, Roman’s dirty little secrets.”
Narrowing her eyes ever so slightly and leaning forward like she
was about to divulge state secrets, Valentina lowered her voice, “I supposed
the easiest way is to just rip off the Band-Aid and get it over with.”
Yeah, I’m growing old here. Ya’ stupid cow…
It took everything in her not to say what she was thinking, but
Cyn had to admit she was seriously losing her patience. Valentina was working
up to something. Had put a lot of thought into her presentation and was
preparing to move in for the kill. Cyn knew what that felt like and although
she hated Valentina unlike anyone she’d ever known, she wasn’t about to
interrupt. Besides, maybe it would be something she and Roman could laugh about
if he ever wanted to see her again after being stood up.
But then again, he’s the reason you’re in this mess…
Her inner monologue was cut short as Valentina took a deep breath
and said, “Roman Marinos, the man you have set your sights on bedding, is a
three-thousand-year old King of the Blood. He and his closest friends are part
of a group of men who lost their human lives almost three millennia ago, but
because of their valor and service to the gods, Zeus allowed them to be born
again and serve as his warriors on earth.”
Pausing and taking a sip from a bottle of water Cyn hadn’t noticed
until that moment, Valentina raised her heavily painted-on eyebrows as if to
say, “No questions?”
Cyn thought about giving her captor the number of a good
psychiatrist she knew from work but had to admit she was too intrigued to see
what other fairy tales her hostess would come up with, so she simply waited. It
was apparent her lack of response bothered Valentina as she tightly screwed the
lid back on her drink and set it on the floor at her side with a bit more force
than was necessary, making the plastic pop and crinkle.
When she spoke again the strain was evident in her voice, but Cyn
had to give her credit for keeping her smile in place even if the look in her
eyes was quickly becoming murderous. “Any questions?”
“None.”
Another nod followed by a quick intake of breath and Valentina was
again talking, “For all intents and purposes, Roman and the other Kings are
immortal. They have traveled the countryside helping those who cannot help
themselves, doing the will of the gods since before the birth of Christ.
Unfortunately, their longevity comes at a price.”
Valentina paused and her stiff smile turned into more of a smirk
as she went on, “You see, once a month they must,” she paused and tapped her
chin with the pointed tip of the red nail of her index finger, what Cyn was
beginning to think of as a ‘villainess’ signature move, “how should I put
this?” Then shrugging said, “They must drink blood to stay alive.”
Unable to school her features any longer, Cyn burst out laughing.
Her head fell forward, her arms slipped down around her waist, and she laughed
long and hard until tears actually rolled down her face. Taking a deep breath,
trying to contain her hilarity, she looked at Valentina, whose smirk
glancing up, “Roman has many secrets and as his confidant, I’ve kept these
secrets for more years than I can remember.” She flashed her onyx eyes at Cyn.
“So, as I’m sure you can understand, I’m going to have to ask for your utmost
discretion and secrecy. What I show you here today must stay just between us
girls.”
Unable to stop herself, Cyn added, “And Laurent. Let’s not forget
about your henchman.”
Chuckling like she was at a cocktail party as opposed to addressing
the woman she’d being holding captive for a day, Valentina tittered, “Oh, never
fear. Laurent will keep our secret.” She glanced over her shoulder. “He always
has. He’s my cousin, you see.” Another chuckle. “We’ve been thick as thieves
for years.”
Clapping her hands together, Valentina smiled, “So, where were
we?” Patting the book, “Oh yes, Roman’s dirty little secrets.”
Narrowing her eyes ever so slightly and leaning forward like she
was about to divulge state secrets, Valentina lowered her voice, “I supposed
the easiest way is to just rip off the Band-Aid and get it over with.”
Yeah, I’m growing old here. Ya’ stupid cow…
It took everything in her not to say what she was thinking, but
Cyn had to admit she was seriously losing her patience. Valentina was working
up to something. Had put a lot of thought into her presentation and was
preparing to move in for the kill. Cyn knew what that felt like and although
she hated Valentina unlike anyone she’d ever known, she wasn’t about to
interrupt. Besides, maybe it would be something she and Roman could laugh about
if he ever wanted to see her again after being stood up.
But then again, he’s the reason you’re in this mess…
Her inner monologue was cut short as Valentina took a deep breath
and said, “Roman Marinos, the man you have set your sights on bedding, is a
three-thousand-year old King of the Blood. He and his closest friends are part
of a group of men who lost their human lives almost three millennia ago, but
because of their valor and service to the gods, Zeus allowed them to be born
again and serve as his warriors on earth.”
Pausing and taking a sip from a bottle of water Cyn hadn’t noticed
until that moment, Valentina raised her heavily painted-on eyebrows as if to
say, “No questions?”
Cyn thought about giving her captor the number of a good
psychiatrist she knew from work but had to admit she was too intrigued to see
what other fairy tales her hostess would come up with, so she simply waited. It
was apparent her lack of response bothered Valentina as she tightly screwed the
lid back on her drink and set it on the floor at her side with a bit more force
than was necessary, making the plastic pop and crinkle.
When she spoke again the strain was evident in her voice, but Cyn
had to give her credit for keeping her smile in place even if the look in her
eyes was quickly becoming murderous. “Any questions?”
“None.”
Another nod followed by a quick intake of breath and Valentina was
again talking, “For all intents and purposes, Roman and the other Kings are
immortal. They have traveled the countryside helping those who cannot help
themselves, doing the will of the gods since before the birth of Christ.
Unfortunately, their longevity comes at a price.”
Valentina paused and her stiff smile turned into more of a smirk
as she went on, “You see, once a month they must,” she paused and tapped her
chin with the pointed tip of the red nail of her index finger, what Cyn was
beginning to think of as a ‘villainess’ signature move, “how should I put
this?” Then shrugging said, “They must drink blood to stay alive.”
Unable to school her features any longer, Cyn burst out laughing.
Her head fell forward, her arms slipped down around her waist, and she laughed
long and hard until tears actually rolled down her face. Taking a deep breath,
trying to contain her hilarity, she looked at Valentina, whose smirk
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