Vengeful Vampire at Wonky Inn: Wonky Inn Book 8 by Jeannie Wycherley

Author:Jeannie Wycherley [Wycherley, Jeannie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Bark at the Moon Books
Published: 2019-09-19T04:00:00+00:00

“I think that went rather well, don’t you?” Ambassador Rubenscarfe paused at the top of the grand staircase before being led to his own chamber.

“I certainly hope so,” I replied. I couldn’t tell whether it had, or it hadn’t. While I’d been sitting at the long table on the dais taking in the dancers below, my witchy senses had noted the undercurrents of emotions; quietly uttered conversations, secretive looks and muttered oaths. All things that had eluded me yet evidently veiled certain sinister intentions. “We are still effectively prisoners here after all.” I gestured at the eavesdropping Nadia who stood close by, and the hooded security guards, their faces hidden from view. “I think we should still be watchful.”

The Ambassador nodded. “Nevertheless, I’m sure I can report to Mother Neamh that tensions have eased a little now that Prince Grigor has had the chance to make your acquaintance.”

“Do you think we’ll be able to leave tomorrow?” I couldn’t help the note of yearning. Castle Iadului completely unnerved me and I wanted to go home. To my inn. To Speckled Wood. To my friends and Mr Hoo.

“We’ll have one more audience with the prince tomorrow evening and then yes, I should think we can wrap things up to everyone’s satisfaction.” Ambassador Rubenscarfe nodded, obviously pleased with himself.

I bid him goodnight and allowed myself to be led to the left, the long corridor and the winding stone staircase by my silent guard. I climbed the steps wearily, imagining how the party was unravelling in the Great Hall downstairs. Archibald had been right after all. Tonight I’d be grateful for all the locks on my door.

My hooded guard pushed open the door, stepped back and let me through. Once I was inside he backed away, closed the door and locked it. I stepped further inside. The room was exactly as I’d left it.

Almost.

There was a tray on the table. Not the breakfast tray but a lunch tray.

The old peasant woman had been in my room to take away the breakfast tray and replace it with a lunch tray.

While I’d been out of the room earlier today.

I hadn’t had time to notice when I’d come back from my foray around the castle, and because Archibald had been with me, he hadn’t alerted me to the visit either.

Presumably she hadn’t been back with a supper tray because she knew I’d be at the banquet this evening.

My stomach lurched. Unless she had assumed I was in the bathroom she had to know I hadn’t been in the room when I should have been. And because one of the shadow guards always accompanied her, he knew that too.

Surely they’d have reported it?

“Is everything alright, Madam?” Colonel Peters apparated next to me. “You seem a little shaken.”

“It hasn’t been the most pleasant of evenings,” I told him, eyeing the tray with trepidation. “The Prince—” I grimaced.

“Ah yes, Madam. Not a pleasant creature.”

I shook my head. “Why do all the rest of the vampires look so gorgeous and glamorous and he looks like…” I struggled to come up with a parallel.

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