novice traveler. Three, the new owner, Mr. Dracul requested you personally.”
“Why would he want me?”
She’d shrugged. “I guess he’s a fan of your work. The bottom line is I need you on that flight at the end of the week.”
***
“Like I had much of a choice,” Kyra muttered to herself as she squeezed her way into the plane’s narrow aisle en-route to the bathroom. She sent up a silent thank you to the powers-that-be at finding the pantry sized rom vacant. Not only was she on her way across the ocean to a city whose name was synonymous with undead bloodsuckers and cult-like murders, but she’d also had a fight with William , her current boyfriend, over leaving town j ust before his first pre-season game. They were on the last leg of their journey, and cabin fever was in full effect from the lengthy flight with a space-hording seatmate. First class just didn’t carry the same meaning when you r neighbor ignored the fact it would be two people sharing the not so personal space of the double leather seats . Her dark caramel reflection in the mirror looked as tired as she felt. Tig ht curly tendrils had escaped her single braid and looked as if she’d sle pt on it for days . Her only hope was the new boss would be kind enough to wait until his guests had a good night’s rest before requiring them to be social.
Her coffee-colored, almond shaped gaze stared back at her in the mirror and did a s she performed a slo w assessment of her face. Not packing her mak eup in her carry-on was a mistake . A little color to her plump lips, perhaps a bit of eyeliner, several swipes f rom her brush and she could pass for human again. But she had none of that with her and was truly a lost cause.
Kyra took extra time in the bathroom to give herself a little alone time, no doubt the guy next to her had found a reason to spill his way into her seat in her absence. It was a battle she didn’t relish taking on , again . Kyra sagged against the locked door wanting the flight to be over; better still wanting to be back in Chicago. For a few seconds her mind drifted and she found herself wondering wha t William was doing . The thought was quickly banished by renewed irritation; why should she even care since he hadn’ t bothered to see her off or even return her calls . Typical, his superstar attitude had definitely begun to consume their relationship and she was starting to feel more like a personal assistant than a girlfriend. When she got back to Chicago, she would have to reevaluate their relationship. Kyra sighed heavily . A week wouldn’t be too long, in fact it would pass in a heartbeat if she loosened up and allowed herself to have a bit of fun.
Chapter One
Ivan bowed as he entered the room where the vampire he’d faithfully served for over five hundred years stood.
“Everything is going as planned, my Lord.”
Good. Have all the other guests arrived?
“Yes, we await only her now.”
Dumitri nodded his acknowledgement, turning back to look out the picture window to the darkening sky above. The rains would start soon. He would ensure it. His guests expected to visit an authentic vampiric castle, the home of Vilheim Dracul and he would make sure they received the entire gothic package. In actuality, he couldn’t care less for the humans who even now traipsed about his ancestral home, fingering his paintings, and turning over every candelabra as if they would discover some cheap knockoffs rigged with wires. To him the people were a necessary evil, a means to an end.
What he really wanted was her… Kyra Littleton. And in a matter of a few short hours he would have her with him where she belonged.
She was one of the Worthy, a small group of humans who were descendants of the first vampires. It was said these human/vampire hybrids were capable of breeding with both races. If a vampire mated with one of the Worthy
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