Winter's Touch (Immortal Touch Series) by Gail Allie

Author:Gail, Allie [Gail, Allie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Allie Gail
Published: 2013-03-12T22:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER ELEVEN

If Wine is Bottled Poetry, Then What is Vodka?

Eva paced the living room anxiously. She hadn’t seen Julian since their brief altercation the day before, and he hadn’t come down to eat anything all day. Which, knowing his habits, could only mean one thing.

She dreaded the evening to come, knowing the most she could hope for was that he would show more mercy this time. That he wouldn’t attack her with the savagery of a starving wolf. She couldn’t take another assault like the last one. And without Lainie here to minister to her, recovery would be arduous.

It was around five o’clock when the idea formed in her head. A silly and completely pointless one no doubt, but she was feelingly childishly obstinate. He enjoyed his wine, did he not? Fine. She’d damn well make sure he had alcohol with his repast tonight by getting herself good and crocked. At the very least, maybe she’d pass out before he found her. Then she wouldn’t feel a thing.

And yes, it was entirely possible that raising her blood alcohol level wouldn’t particularly matter to him. Chances were, it wouldn’t. But if nothing else it would annoy him, and after his revelation yesterday she could think of nothing more pleasurable than irritating that smug Brit.

Creeping her way down into the cold cellar, she inspected the wine rack in search of one with a high percentage of alcohol. It was beginning to look as though she’d have to consume an awful lot of wine when she came across an unopened bottle of vodka. Eureka! With an alcohol content of forty percent, she had a winner. It wouldn’t take long to accomplish her mission with this.

Fifteen minutes later she was settled in her room with the vodka, a full container of chilled cranberry juice and a glass. And a willful smile crept over her face.

“Let’s party, vampire man.”

~*~*~

“What the hell...?”

Hearing the crash that originated from Eva’s room, Julian had gone to investigate. Now he stood in her doorway, dumbfounded by the sight of her hanging half on and half off the bed, window smashed to smithereens while snow blew in through the jagged hole.

“What in the name of Lucifer’s arse is going on in here?”

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