Anointed by Maggie Mae Gallagher

Author:Maggie Mae Gallagher [Gallagher, Maggie Mae]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Maggie Mae Gallagher
Published: 2017-04-02T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty

Gaelen woke me by nudging my shoulder with his fist. Survival instincts bloomed. I moved to defend myself and smacked my head against the passenger window. “Ow! Son of a bitch! What the hell did ya do that for?” I cast a baleful glare in his direction. Let me count the ways in which I would make the man pay for his sins against me.

He shrugged his shoulders. “We’re here. Time for you to get up.”

I didn’t give a rat’s ass. That was not the way to wake me. I’d decked men for far less. Who did he think he was? “Where are we?” I asked, rubbing the sleep from my eyes.

“Edinburgh. Let’s check into the hotel, not that you haven’t already slept enough for the both of us, but we need a base.” Had mister grumpy pants made a joke?

“Hah, hah, that’s so funny.” I rolled my eyes. A smile teased his lips as he exited the mustang and retrieved two big black duffel bags from the trunk. I gripped my pack off the floorboard and climbed out. What did he have in those bags? He must have packed them before he rescued me from the Order. He sure as hell didn’t pack them this morning. I slammed the car door shut. Then felt bad about it. My first ride in a classic muscle car and I was mean to the car. It wasn’t the car’s fault its driver was such a dick.

The man waited, a bag in each hand, until I started toward the elegant entrance of the King James Hotel. It boasted an artfully crafted exterior, three stories high, lined by centuries old weathered slate gray brick.

The Great Hall turned lobby exuded understated tastefulness, capturing the rich history of the Scots. Across from the front desk, museum grade relics, swords, and armor were on display. An enormous tapestry hung over the right wall, depicting a battlefield bulging with horses, swords, and kilts.

As we approached the front desk, the young blonde clerk fawned all over Gaelen. “Good evening sir. Welcome to the King James Hotel. Do you have a reservation?” she simpered. Delicate was the one word I thought of when I looked at her. She wouldn’t last half a day in my world. Fresh faced, her golden hair was expertly pinned atop her head. Her demeanor voluminously declared her a damsel in distress. Something I would never be.

“No reservation, but we hoped you might have a room available.” He smiled enticingly and she blushed. What was I, chopped liver? I was standing next to Gaelen, but she barely spared a glance in my direction. Well, other than to glare.

“Certainly, however I may be of assistance.” Wait, did she really just make that offer? Gaelen gave her a stupid grin.

“The only room I have available is the Queens Suite. Will that work for you?”

“Yes, thank you, Keri.” He handed her a credit card and that girl damn near swooned as he said her name.

“Here are your keys. Your room is on the third floor.

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