The Cursed Fae King: A Sexy Fantasy Romance Series (The Cursed Kingdoms Series Book 2) by A.K. Koonce & Rebecca Grey

Author:A.K. Koonce & Rebecca Grey [Koonce, A.K.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-12-09T16:00:00+00:00

Twelve

The Good Stuff

Syren

Turns out King Iri has more than just wine in his cellar. I mean, there is wine. Lots of it, but there are also large wooden barrels of whiskey and many more glass bottles of unidentifiable items that he says are imported. Enough alcohol to get me drunk and keep me drunk for years.

I need that.

With ease Bear walks backwards, watching me gawk at the large expanse of the brick room. He slows and reaches out, selecting a large bottle full of glorious sloshing red liquid. With little effort, the cork pops loudly, the noise echoing in the wide-open space. The echo continues on, moments longer than I expect it to.

“So, what will it be?” He offers me the open bottle. “Try this. If you don’t like it, there are many more to choose from.”

Slightly chilled, the bottle feels like a mistake and a golden opportunity inside my grasp. I pause, letting my thoughts churn back and forth between the good and the bad outcomes of this situation. The numbers don’t really skew in my favor.

I shoot Bear my most daring grin then lift the bottle to my lips. The liquid is cold going down, but it spreads warmth through my limbs in seconds. It’s an odd flavor. Dry and tart but not so much so that it isn’t drinkable. Do I really like it? No. Am I going to drink it? Yes. Yes, I fucking am.

Crinkling my nose, I look at the wine, examining it for any labels or written dates, not sure if it’s perhaps expired.

Does wine go bad? I think we’ve got a bad batch here.

“You don’t like it. Come, let’s find—”

His hand clasps over mine, but I lift the bottle back to my lips, taking gulp after gulp. Just get it into my system. I just want to relax for one night before I get back at my mission. Back to the research and back to trying to be what this kingdom needs.

Nearly emptying half of the bottle, I stop. A violent burp threatens to rip through me and embarrass me.

Shifting my gaze from the drink to my companion, I find him standing with his mouth agape. As he makes eye contact with me, he clamps his mouth shut.

“So, you do like it?”

“Goddess, no. It’s bad. Worse than bad.” I laugh, setting it back on the shelf in no particular order.

Green glass bottles, auburn bottles, and midnight blue bottles all wait for their chance to be pried open and chugged, ever-so-ladylike, by me. I’m curious why he keeps so much. This couldn’t just liven up a party, it could get the whole country drunk for centuries.

“Okay, let me take you to the good stuff then,” he says.

“You gave me the bad stuff first?”

What kind of gentleman is he?

He smirks at me as he scans the rows. We keep walking, passing more barrels that have the strong scent of oak infusing in the air. It’s an aroma I’m quite enjoying.

Large shelves line the room, every level filled with bottles.

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