She was the buxom blonde, with pretty brown eyes and a head filled with little but fashion sense and coy comments, that he’d squired about Roma and engaged in many more tête-à-têtes with her than he’d cared to do. She was also giving him, Max, a most loathing glare, as if it were somehow his fault she’d stormed into the barrel of the firearm.īefore he could move Sarafina came toward him. He saw that Victoria-whose face was streaked with two narrow rivulets of…tears?-was under the control of George Starcasset and his pistol. What an unpleasant-yet not wholly unexpected-surprise.” “Sara.” He couldn’t bring himself to sound as delighted as his former fiancée did. He knew that annoying voice all too well. Then the light grew stronger and more yellow as three shadowy people moved up the stairs, into his view. Vampires…somewhere…but not in close proximity.The sudden flare of a candle lent a soft yellow glow from down the steps, just out of his sight. Max heard the soft click of a pistol being cocked, and he froze just as he realized the back of his neck had begun to prickle and chill. In Which Three Ladies Are Set Loose upon the Villa George Starcasset…and Lady Sarafina Regalado.
“What an unexpected prize our little trap has sprung.”Ī candle flared to life in front of her, revealing Mr. “How serendipitous,” came a familiar male voice. It was strong and metal, and someone was poking it into the front of her shoulder. Suddenly something came out of the darkness in front of her. She came to the top of the stairs, her hand on the balustrade helping her to feel her way around the corner at the top of the landing. But she kept going toward the stairs, moving as quickly as she could, her eyes now able to make out the faintest of shapes. “Victoria.” Max was moving behind her she could hear him.
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