Taken By The Passion by Maxine Mansfield

Author:Maxine Mansfield [Mansfield, Maxine]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Erotic Romance
Publisher: The Wild Rose Press, Inc.
Published: 2012-12-15T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fourteen

Adan had no sooner taken his first gulp from the tankard Leeky handed him moments before, when his wife, whom he’d just been bragging to his friends about, punched his mother square in the nose. He coughed, choked, sputtered, and spit ale on all three of his companions.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw his father make a mad dash toward his mother, who was now sprawled in the middle of the floor, and knew he had no choice but to react. His feet ran before his brain had a chance to register what he was doing. Then, as if matters weren’t bad enough, an all-out downpour began right inside the ballroom. The marble tiles became slick, and twice he almost lost his footing. As carefully as he could, without slowing, Adan pushed forward.

Though he had to elbow his way through the gathering crowd more than once, with Sarco, Uthiel, and Leeky fast on his heels, it took more than a few grains of sand falling through the hourglass to reach the sight of the disaster.

And a disaster it certainly was. His mother held her nose and shook her head, her face more crimson than the small, red drops of blood spotting her snow-white gown. His father sat directly on the floor beside her, patting her hand and trying unsuccessfully to get her to lean her head backward to stanch the flow.

Headmistress Seychelle flailed her arms hysterically, her imperious voice mixed with a note of panic. “Give her room to breathe, people.” Ray crouched at her side gleefully screeching, “Ray loves cock. Ray loves cock. Ray loves cock.”

Two elfin dignitaries’ wives fainted, and one troll debutant threw up.

Off to the side, as still as death, with her arms hanging limply at her sides and a look of total shock and disbelief on her face, Lizbeth waited. He wanted to go to her. He wanted to wrap her in his embrace and assure her all would be well. He wanted to take her away from here, away from all the prying eyes and wagging tongues. But he couldn’t do that yet. He had to sort this out first.

Lizbeth stood beside Lark with both hands pressed firmly over her own mouth as if she were afraid what might escape if she let go. She glanced at him, her eyes wide with surprise, then she looked back at the scene before them.

Briar, on Lizbeth’s other side, didn’t seem to know anyone else was around as she mumbled to herself and frantically searched for something in the small medicine bag she always carried at her waist.

Laycee, on the other hand, jumped up and down, her horrid blonde wig flapping in the wind, her little fists pumping the air furiously, and yelling at the top of her lungs, “Hit her again, hit her again.”

He didn’t want to be his mother’s son right now. He didn’t want to be a prince or the heir to the throne. All he wanted to do right this moment was collect his wife and escort her safely back to his room.

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