The Jaded King (The Dark Kings Book 2) by Jovee Winters

Author:Jovee Winters [Winters, Jovee]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Mythology, Beauty and the Beast, mythology romance, paranormal romance, fantasy romance
Publisher: Jovee Winters Publishing
Published: 2017-07-14T18:00:00+00:00

Chapter 9

Gerard

The giant bird hadn’t eaten me, which was rather a miracle.

I won’t go into detail about how I nearly pissed myself when Betty demanded I ride in that monstrous contraption of hers. Needless to say, it hadn’t been my best moment. But once she’d demanded I either get in or stay... well. Thankfully, I hadn’t fainted.

Though my heart had fluttered mightily in my chest.

We were now back on terra firma, walking through a place she called a “grocery store.” Now this... this I liked.

We were walking down a long isle full of boxed stuffs—food, she’d said. I personally thought she was insane. Scratching my scruffy chin with a long finger, I stared at a brown-colored box with an image of mashed tubers on it.

I’d tried dipping my finger into the box, but had encountered nothing but hard paper.

“How in the bloody hell do you eat this?” I gently picked up the box and began rotating it, wrinkling my nose and grimacing at the strange weight sliding back and forth inside.

A woman with silvery-blue hair, pushing a modified silver bird—this one much smaller and without the steering wheel on it—walked along beside me and tossed me a dirty look.

I raised a brow.

Betty laughed, the sound a little high-pitched and frantic, as she snatched the box out of my hands and hugged it tight to her chest.

“Hello, Ms. Carol. Good to see you today. How’s your back?”

Ms. Carol, the blue-haired biddy, looked from Betty to me and back again before shrugging. “I’ll live.”

“Well, that’s good.”

Ms. Carol sniffed, which seemed to make Betty even more nervous.

“And who’s this strange feller?” she asked, pointing a thumb at me.

I held out my hand, supposing this must be one of Betty’s friends. Ancient or no, I should be polite. “I’m Gerard Caron of King—”

“Kingsville!” Betty screeched, inserting herself between the old bat and me. “Ha ha. Kingsville. Yeah. Kingsville.”

As she spoke, she was ramming her back into my middle, physically pushing me back on my heels and causing me to stumble into a row of boxed foods. “Woman,” I snapped, gently shoving her off me and brushing at my shirt before going on a tirade about flighty women and boxes full of stuff that wasn’t food at all.

Betty’s spine stiffened, and her face spasmed into a strained grin. It was quite off-putting.

“This is my cousin,” she said in a breathless rush of words.

I blinked. Cousin?

“Yer cousin?” Ms. Carol wrinkled her nose, her look clearly disbelieving as she eyed me up and down. It was obvious there wasn’t the slightest bit of resemblance between us. Where I was a mountain of a male, Betty was delicate and feminine.

Again, Betty looked ready to puke. Eyes wide and chin wobbling as though she wasn’t sure whether to laugh or cry, she grabbed hold of my hand. I had no idea why the pigêon was acting as she was, but I was becoming highly amused by the sight of it, momentarily forgetting my stumble into the fake food stuffs.

She elbowed me, causing me to huff out my breath.

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