The Good Sister: Part Two by London Saint James

Author:London Saint James [James, London Saint]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Evernight Publishing
Published: 2012-10-30T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

God save the Queen.

My head was pounding. I swear someone was beating a base drum within it. I ran my tongue over my teeth. My mouth felt dry, in need of some water and a good brushing of my teeth. I opened my eyes to find it was daylight. The last I remembered I was in Club Zod with Ashton and Barrington.

“Good morning, my dove,” Ashton said walking toward the bed with a tray of food. “I imagine you have quite the throbbing inside that pretty head.”

“Oh God,” I muttered. “I made a total fool of myself, didn’t I?” It was all coming back to me. “I drank.”

Ashton let out a low laugh.

“You did not make a fool of yourself, but you did drink, quite a bit.” Ashton set the bed tray down. “You need to eat something.” He picked up a muffin, tore off a piece, and placed it to my mouth. “Open,” he said. I parted my lips, and he placed the sweet taste of blueberry onto my tongue. “Good?” he asked.

I nodded my response. “Ashton?”

“What, my dove?”

“Did you punch someone last night?”

“Yes.”

“I lost you in the crowd.”

“Yes, you did.”

“Someone called me my lady.”

Ashton’s brow creased. “No, my dove, you must be mistaken.”

I rubbed at my temple. “There was a horrible man, he was grabbing me…”

“Yes,” Ashton confirmed.

“You hit him.”

Ashton traced his fingertips over my cheek then rested the pad of his thumb in the plump center of my lips. “I will be dammed if any man dare lay his hands upon my wife, let alone make such outlandish suggestions. He was in need of a good pummeling in order to set him straight.”

I took a hold of Ashton’s hand. “I’m sorry. Your friend must think I’m horrible.”

“Thaddeus was captured by you. You have nothing to be sorry for,” Ashton assured.

I glanced down at my body, which was covered in a large white T-shirt.

“How did I undress?”

“I dressed you for bed last night.”

“And you washed my face. I remember you washing my face, rubbing my back.”

“Yes,” Ashton said picking up a glass. “Drink this. You need to replenish your body.”

I took a drink, set the glass down upon the tray then wrapped my arms around Ashton’s neck. “You took care of me.”

“I shall always take care of you,” Ashton said.

There was a rattle at the door followed by a subdued knock.

“May I enter?”

“Is that your mother?”

Ashton chuckled. “Yes. I must apologize in advance.”

“Why?”

“You will see, my dove,” he said then turned on the bed. “Come in, mother.”

Lady Archer walked in. Her pleasant expression changed to aghast. “My daughter, are you ill?”

I blinked. “No, my lady.”

“Mother,” Ashton greeted.

Lady Archer walked forward looking like she stepped out of the pages of a fashion magazine. “Tell me. I must know why my daughter looks like the devil drug her through the badlands,” she said, eyeing Ashton quite suspiciously.

“I took her to meet Thaddeus, and she partook in a little too much wine.”

“Ashton,” she gasped. “Why would you take her to such a place?”

“My Lady,” I said.

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