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wanting to cry. Cry? Her? She must be crazy, no one would ever want her if they knew what she was capable of, best to keep that in mind and stop wishing for the impossible. Yet, she couldn’t help but feel that small kernel of hope she couldn’t bury completely no matter how hard she tried.
    Before Juliet could find a way to escape back to her room a tall dark haired man blocked her exit, his smile disarming as he took her hand and kissed it with old world charm, leaving her speechless as she stared up into eyes a deep cerulean blue. Saying the man was handsome was an understatement and yet, no pulse flutter or heart hammering were to be found for the man who so gently held her hand.
    “Lancelot Du Lac at your service, milady,” his deep voice rumbled through the room.
    “Lance is just a bit old fashioned,” a woman with long pale hair the color of sun kissed wheat flashed Juliet a dazzling smile.
    Juliet blinked twice at the stunning woman who made her way to Lancelot’s side. A mix of Goth meets Glenda the Good Witch of Oz played through her mind. She took in the black tee shirt complete with a voodoo doll stuck with pins, plaid skirt, fishnets and combat boots.
    A low feral growl filled the room and all heads turned toward Colin, standing in the middle of the room his face a mask of rage, his gaze zeroed in on her hand in Lancelot’s. Self-conscious and more than a bit fearful she pulled her hand back out Lancelot’s grip.
    “Ah, now I see how it is between you two,” Merci broke the sudden tension in the room with an amused chuckle.
    “There is nothing between the two of us,” Juliet snapped out her denial, the words sounding weak even to her own ears.
    Bitterly she reminded herself Colin made his feelings perfectly clear when he left her naked on his bed in the middle of post orgasm bliss. He couldn’t get his clothes on and out of his room fast enough. The thought still stung, more than it should.
    “I beg to differ,” he Goth beauty chimed in with her two cents. Couldn’t people just let it be? “From the look on our dear Colin’s face there is much between the two of you.”
    “And you are?” Juliet knew she sounded waspish, but couldn’t seem to help herself as she gave the blond woman a piercing stare.
    Her perfect pink mouth formed an O of surprise and Juliet found herself hard pressed not to slap it from her perfectly flawless face. It was time for her to get the hell out of there and now or she would end up beating someone senseless. Before she could beat the hasty retreat to the sanctuary of her temporary bedroom the woman moved up to her. Surprise and wonder in those clear blue eyes.
    “I am Viviane of Avalon. Who are you?” her demand held more than a little hope.
    “I’m Juliet of Woodland Hills,” she returned, her tone dripping with sarcasm.
    “Well, Juliet of Woodland Hills, it’s a great pleasure to meet you. I had thought you lost to me. I am glad to see the bloodline still flows strong.”
    Was the woman on drugs? Avalon, really?
    Juliet let her gaze wander over each occupant in the room an impossible notion taking root in her mind. No it was too ridiculous to even contemplate, still, the suspicion grew. Arthur, looking guarded and stern, every inch a leader of men, Lancelot du Lac and Viviane of Avalon, perhaps she was the one on drugs. Did they put something in her food?
    “Look, whoever you guys think you are that’s cool with me. I’ll just go to my room now and let you all go back to your reunion.”
    Colin moved up so close his arm brushed hers, a look of challenge glittering in his emerald eyes as they met Lancelot’s. With a slight nod of his head, Lancelot moved to stand next to Viviane. A small smile playing on his sensual lips and she wondered why she felt nothing in the presence of such masculine beauty.
    Just her luck she had the hots for a grouchy Irishman who could give a rat’s ass about her or her feelings. Way to go, Juliet. That small voice mocked