The Goblin King (The Kings series, book 4) by Heather Killough-Walden

Author:Heather Killough-Walden
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: vampire, paranormal romance, werewolf, witch, wolf, kings, vampire romance, wizard, warlock, goblin, werewolf romance, heather killoughwalden, the kings, goblin king, 13 kings
Publisher: Heather Killough-Walden

Chapter Seventeen

Roman had only wanted to find her home address so that he could safely return her, but when he’d delved into Selene Trystaine’s mind, he was met with something that slowed his transportation spell nearly to a halt and alerted all of his senses.

It had been difficult to start the spell to begin with. As soon as he pulled the woman into his arms and cast the magic that would put her in his sway and take them out of the Goblin Queen’s house, he was met with resistance. He’d had to exert quite a bit more force than usual to silence and still the woman, and he understood what had been giving Damon a hard time. There was something about the girl that made her hard to magically control.

But he’d managed the spells just as every other window in the house shattered inward and Bookas began to pour inside. He took Selene Trystaine through the transportation portal and into that neither-here-nor-there place in-between transportation locations. As they’d moved through space and time, he searched her memories for her home address.

And that was when he felt it. It was like slamming on the brakes to barely miss the car in front of you and hearing the tires behind you squeal to a near-miss stop. Or like successfully playing Russian roulette only to find that every chamber but one was actually full.

It felt as though he’d had a brush with something very, very dangerous. Something deadly.

There was a power in Selene Trystaine that he was betting even she did not know she possessed. He was fortunate that her very recent memories were at the top of her subconscious and he didn’t have to delve any deeper to find her home address.

As he pulled back out of her mind, he wondered…. what she was.

The world re-solidified in the dining room of Selene Trystaine’s house. Roman kept hold of the woman as he quickly scanned their surroundings to be certain they were alone and safe.

The house was small and old, a late nineteenth century two-story with rooms the size of closets. Roman extended his mental feelers to the second floor, detecting five small hard-wood rooms, a wireless router, a laptop computer that hummed quietly, a mini-fridge that hummed not-so-quietly, and no life forms.

Down on the first floor, the smell of fresh art supplies gently permeated the air, along with cherry bark and almond, which Roman had also scented on Selene herself. It must have been in her soap, shampoo or lotion. There were two rooms on the first floor not including the dining room, living room, bathroom and kitchen. One was obviously her art studio, its walls splattered with the occasional drop of paint, its floors covered in protective canvases. The other appeared to be a guest room.

Paintings on the walls included a Rembrandt reproduction – Bathsheba At Her Bath – and a reproduction of The Last Supper. The couches were velvet, the throws cashmere. On one of the side tables was a single framed photograph of Selene Trystaine with another woman who appeared the same age.

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