Fanged Love - Kylie Gilmore Page 0,2
in front of me. “Look! Look at your face, Boz.”
“But why would I…” I glance at my reflection. Gods of the night! What has happened to me? My normally dark eyes are sunken, and the silver flecks have faded to a dull gray. My cheeks resemble animal hides stretched over bone, and my jaw looks like it has a giant woodland critter napping on it. “Get me my razor immediately! The servants cannot see me in such a state. And where the devil is my dinner? Plainly I need nourishment!”
Neli sets down the mirror on a little table next to the chair I was just poking. “Boz, there are no servants—they’re all long gone. We have employees now, and they went home for the day. As for your supper, I’m sorry to say that we’re fresh out of virgins.” She inhales sharply and raises her voice again. “Because you’ve been asleep for five centuries! Hellooo!”
“Hello? But I am right here. Why are you saying hello?”
“Ohmygod. You’re impossible.” She takes my hand and drags me to the window. “Look outside. You see there? You’re not in Kansas anymore, Toto.”
“I do not know what a Kansas or Toto is, but—” I gaze at the rolling hills bathed in the golden rays of the late evening sun. Rows of grapevines stretch as far as the eye can see. “Those are mature vines.” And mature vines take at least three years to grow. I know this because we have always made wine and grown grapes on my land. We are quite good at it, actually. However, last year a fungus wiped out our entire vineyard, which was why we had to increase the rents. The peasants who farm the rest of my land, growing grains and a variety of vegetables, cannot expect me, their lord, to go without. And a few of them starved. So what? People die. It is what they do.
“Now do you see?” Neli asks.
I raise one brow. “Yes. Very clearly. And I have warned you against asking favors of that witch. Now we will have to burn the entire vineyard and start over. I am not about to drink cursed wine from magic vines.”
Neli throws her hands in the air. “Fine. You win. Those are magic witchy vines. People are living inside that flat box.” She points to that TV thing on the wall. “And you were not poisoned by the village witch. You also haven’t been asleep for five hundred years while I struggled to keep us safe, put myself through college, and built a multimillion-dollar award-winning winery.” She exhales sharply. “Oh, and I didn’t have to move you and your stinking castle, brick by brick, to California because your land in Transylvania was seized under eminent domain laws and used to build a huge mall. Nope. None of that happened.” She taps her foot.
Neli is a bit of a rascal, but this story goes far beyond her usual tricks. I am beginning to believe her. “So you really have no virgins for my supper? What am I going to eat?”
CHAPTER THREE
Stella
I’m practically a virgin with my current dry spell. It’s the only explanation for why I keep having these intense dreams that leave me hot and aching. I lie in bed a moment longer, trying to remember the scraps of dream. A mysterious stranger made me levitate with all the incredibly good orgasmic vibes. I never saw his face, just felt his powerful presence. Sigh. Back to reality. Now that I’m back home from college, I’m not likely to meet a man like that anytime soon.
I get out of bed, opening the bedroom curtains wide to another sunny June day in Napa Valley. I brighten at the view as I keep my gaze focused on the neat lines of well-tended vines. I love neatness and order. Probably the planner in me with my penchant for lists and checking things off them. Most every problem can be solved with the right plan.
Hmm, maybe I should make a plan for meeting a guy. But first I need to focus on my new job here at my family’s vineyard.
My gaze is inevitably drawn past the vineyard, rolling hills, and oak trees to the monstrosity on the other side of the road, a medieval stone castle—complete with towers, turrets, and an actual moat with a drawbridge. Castle Sangria was constructed about five or six years ago and is definitely out of place here. Rumor is an eccentric reclusive billionaire built it as