Free The Chalice (Luna Vampire Series) by Christine Asher Page A

built the facilities for the cold war, originally.  However, once it ended, they had no use for them.  The nukes were removed and the empty underground compounds were auctioned off to the highest bidder.  Since then, our people have purchased many of them."
                  "Well, I guess that explains why there aren't any windows."
                  "No windows, although still quite extravagant."  He motioned toward the chandelier.  "As you can see, the king enjoys making a statement." 
                  I didn't respond right away.  Instead, I just stared at him in silence, secretly moving closer and closer to ripping a few handfuls of hair from my head.   It wasn't enough to simply be kidnapped by these maniacs, I had to go and find out that they'd trapped me in a goddamn bunker. How in the hell was I supposed to escape a setup built by the military?  Why me?  Why fucking me?
                  After watching my tension rise for a couple minutes, he eventually walked over and knelt at my feet.  "I'm here for you," he murmured, grasping my hand tenderly.  "You have my loyalty.  I swear it on my crown."
                  Instantly, tingling sensations cascaded across my body awakening memories of purple sheets and warm skin.  Loving, cuddling, nightly visits.  In turn, my heartbeat quickened and my eyes grew incredibly round.   Could he be the guy from my dreams?  Nah, no way.  Sure felt like it, but no.  Not possible.
                  As if hearing my thoughts, Adrian's face filled with one of the kindest smiles.  He nodded almost imperceptibly and then, out of nowhere, the mood dissipated.  He turned his head to the side, features going stone cold, as he seemed to be listening to a nonexistent sound.  Of course, more crazy crap.
                  "Someone's coming.  I must go," he announced in a hurry.  "Like I said earlier, when we spoke in the changing room, it's prudent for you to keep our alliance private.  Don't mention our conversations or think of me while others are around." 
                  As soon as the words finished leaving his mouth, he bent down, kissed my hand, and proceeded to disappear right in front of my eyes.  Yeah, I'm talkin' vanished, or evaporated, or, well, some other weird ass shit.
                  Freakishly baffling.  I mean, I'd heard the same strange whooshing sound as in the pit and, well, he poofed.  How in the...  My mind whirled as shock and confusion trampled my sanity.  Nevertheless, a knock at the door interrupted me before I got the chance to process a bit of it.
                  Shortly thereafter, an all too memorable voice shouted, "Princess, are you ready?"  And in that split-second of recognition, every last shred of bewilderment was replaced by hatred.   Deep, penetrating, murderous hatred.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter 7
     
                  "William, funny seeing you here," I growled, shooting him a hostile glare.  I wanted nothing more than to punch the sleeze bag.  Not only had he taken me from my home, he'd lied to me for three goddamn months.   The piece of shit.   And, yeah, get this.  The smug bastard stood there as if none of it'd happened, dressed to the nines in his usual black suit, white shirt, red tie ensemble with his dark hair tied neatly into a ponytail. 
                  Infuriated, I shifted my gaze onto the other guy that'd walked in with him.  "Are you as much of an asshole as he is?"
                  "Princess, um," the gigantor stammered, glancing away sheepishly.  "No, princess, I'm here to serve you in the manner in which I serve your father." 
                  In spite of having risen to my feet when they'd entered, the guy still towered above me.  His build was akin to that of a WWE wrestler and, oddly, he wore the same exact getup as William.  In