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had been
replaced with a scowl, and while still chuckling, said, “So, let me get this
straight. Roman Marinos, high profile businessman, playboy, and millionaire, is
actually a what? A vampire?”
    Her giggles got the best of her for another moment before she
could go on. “And so are his closest friends.” Holding up her hand to stop the
retort she saw coming from Valentina, she chortled, “But not the bad kind. No,
they’re on a mission from Zeus. Is that about right?” Then shaking her hand to
stop Valentina again, she quickly added, “OH! And let’s not forget that you
know all this because you’re Roman’s lover, even though he has chased me like
the bunny at a greyhound track for almost two years, kissed me like I was the
very air he breathed less than two days ago, and  demanded  I
have dinner with him.” Cocking an eyebrow, she pursed her lips and asked, “Is
that what you’re trying to tell me?”
    Valentina’s scowl was now a scary frown, her tone harsh, and her
accent so pronounced it took Cyn a second to understand what she was saying as
she spat through gritted teeth while slamming the book on her lap shut, “You
will not laugh at me,  pórni .”
    Pulling a cellphone from her pocket and fiddling with the buttons
while Cyn continued chuckling and couldn’t help but add insult to injury by
commenting, “And you’re gonna need to insult me in English if you want to hurt
my feelings.” Valentina literally shook with fury and growled.
    Tapping the screen with her long nails so hard Cyn was sure it
would shatter, Valentina had apparently found what she was looking for as she
stood and looked down her nose. “Now, you will see the truth.”
    With a confidence Cyn had to admire considering the circumstances,
Valentina strutted around her chair, reached over her shoulder, and thrust the
phone in front of her face. Pressing a button on the side, the still photo
became a video, complete with sound.
    Cyn watched the new bane of her existence, Valentina, walk into a
candle lit room and ask, “You called for me, sire?”
    “Yes.” One word was all it took. Cynthia would know that voice
anywhere. Her attention was now riveted to the screen as she watched him stand
and meet Valentina in front of a huge mahogany desk.
    He gave the tall thin woman a lukewarm smile while she unbuttoned
the top two buttons of her sheer black blouse and moved one side of the collar
off her shoulder. Without further preamble, he placed his hands on her
shoulders, looked her in the eye, and asked, “Do you, Valentina, agree to
provide nourishment to me, a King of the Blood, freely and of your own
volition?”
    “Yes, sire. I do.” Valentina swooned, causing Cyn to clench her
fists until her short manicured nails bit into the skin of her palms as she
reminded herself not to show any signs that the bitch’s manipulation was
working.
    “Then I shall take only what I need. Thank you for your service.”
    Roman leaned in and placed his lips on Valentina’s neck as the
camera zoomed in for a closer shot. As she watched, his canines lengthened and
Valentina sighed as he pierced the tender skin over her carotid. Cyn couldn’t
stop her gasp as for several heartbeats, she literally watched Roman feed from
the witch’s neck.
    Removing his teeth from her flesh, he wiped a single drop of blood
from her neck with his handkerchief before setting her an arm’s length away and
quietly thanking her. Although he showed no signs that it was anything more
than a business transaction, Valentina’s pupils were dilated, her breathing
shallow, and her cheeks flushed. Cynthia had no idea what she had just
witnessed but one thing was for sure, Valentina had a really good time.
    Pressing pause, her captor pulled the phone away and whispered in
Cyn’s ear. “Nothing to say now,  asteío korítsi ? No jokes?”
    Rage, white and hot and all-encompassing, overtook Cyn as she
grabbed two handfuls of Valentina’s hair where it hung over her