Accidentally...Cimil? by Mimi Jean Pamfiloff

Author:Mimi Jean Pamfiloff
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction / Romance - Paranormal, Fiction / Romance - Erotica, Fiction / Romance - Fantasy
Publisher: Grand Central Publishing
Published: 2014-01-06T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

The next evening, I made sure not to be at home, but in a place I knew Mr. Decapitator would easily find me. A place that would trigger a severe case of angst.

I watched Philippe, a lanky man with a straggly mop of black hair, pace across his lavishly furnished living room—velvety upholstery, gold inlay on all the wood, crystal chandelier. It was just as over the top as his clothing. He wore a burgundy tunic with blue piping on the sleeves along with white tights. Call me crazy, but I simply couldn’t get into the men-in-leggings look. Not hot.

Philippe scratched his unshaven chin. “And you are certain, Cimil, that the vampire queen will not come after us?” he asked.

I laughed and then popped up from my seat. “First”—I held out one finger—“I have found her a distraction. A male who is, shall I say, perfect for her in every way.” Yes, I believed I’d found her mate. How did I know? The dead of the future from the queen’s very own dungeon spoke of a man that would drive her mad with lust. This man went by the name Andrus Gray. It took me a while, but I tracked him down and arranged the events, sending them on a collision course. Once he was in her life, the queen would think of nothing but him. Philippe would be free to start picking apart her army, recruiting the best for his own cause.

Why would I do such a horrible thing? Simple. It was a well-known fact that the queen was Narmer’s right hand and the first human he’d ever made into a vampire. When he became tired of ruling, he made her the figurehead of his “good” vampire kingdom. Yes, I’d been keeping tabs on Narmer. Point was, however, I hated her. Loathed her. Which meant I had to help her find true love. As for Philippe—well, he was pure evil. A sick bastard with zero respect for human life who never got over the fact that his brother Narmer outranked him in this life or the past. That meant I had to help him.

See how horribly confusing everything was for me? Like equaled hate. Hate equaled BFF. Gray equaled pink. Good, bad. Bad, good.

One word: crazy.

“What about that fucking general, Niccolo DiConti? He will never step aside quietly and allow us to ruin the army he has amassed.”

I sighed. Why did everyone doubt me? “Now, now, Philippe. You just leave him to me.” I patted him on the arm. “Mr. DiConti will be quite busy for the next three hundred years locked in my piggy bank.” I flicked my wrist. “Now. Off you go! World destruction.” I actually felt a little excited by how well my counterintuitive, evil plotting was heading for once that I couldn’t help but do a little “Ode to Wonderful Me” clap. Next, I planned to hook the Obscuros up with Team Scab (aka the Maaskab, aka Mitnal’s legacy of skanky priests). The challenge was getting two extremely untrustworthy factions to trust each other enough to work together.

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