Destined-Drake Chronicles

Part 14

Last chapter

"She's rather dazzled by royalty, my boy." Geoffrey closed his eyes. "Damn." He reached for his phone. "We know who set the bounty, Nicholas." He pressed a button and the number dialed itself quickly.

"Who?"

"Lady Natasha."

"That is such a comic book end of chapter" Lucy rolls her eyes.

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Lucy's pov

When you just found out your arch enemy is going to be your husband, you would have expected me to freak out. When your future self and your future best friend and husband arrived that should you would have a mental breakdown. I don't, does that mean I'm weird?

Whatever I think about this later.

"I'll read the next chapter" Conner volunteers. Nicholas passes him the book.

Solange

We left the car just inside the property line of Geoffrey's house and used his tunnel access. The tunnels smelled of damp and smoke from the torches in the lesser-used parts of the corridors. It was very quiet— there were only soft footsteps and my ragged breathing. It was the safest route to Lady Natasha's royal court. She stayed in the mountains during the summer months in a complicated cave system.

She traveled the rest of the year between her different holdings, like a medieval queen. Our town is considered her summer retreat, simple and countrified but relaxing enough for the odd week or two. And everyone knew the real reason Lady Natasha had chosen to come here was to keep an eye on our family.

"Are you sure she didn't say anything else?" I asked London. If Lady Natasha expected me to embroider or dance a waltz, I damn well wanted a little notice this time.

London shook her head. The flickering light glinted off her tight leather pants.

"She's a good queen, Solange. You don't have to worry."

"London, in case you failed to notice, there's a bounty on all our heads. Yours included. And our side of the Drake family has been exiled for years." She shrugged one shoulder negligently, though I did see her hand tighten. "It's not the same for me. I was turned, I wasn't born into the Drake family."

"Your dad married your mom and then he turned you on your twenty- first birthday. I'd say that makes you a Drake."

"Whatever."

"It's no different than our dad turning our mom after Solange was born." London shrugged again. It was starting to get on my nerves. We couldn't all be as blasé as she was. Some of us were going to be very grounded by morning. And by some of us, I meant me.

"Mom and Dad are going to freak," I muttered, stumbling into Logan. "Oof." He steadied me. "Careful. You'll wrinkle the velvet." Connor stopped as well, in the lead. He held up a hand.

"Someone's coming."

"Stay close to me." Logan's fangs elongated, gleaming wetly.

"It's probably just an honor guard," London whispered. "Lady Natasha's big on ceremony."

Quinn shook his head, nostrils flaring. "I don't think that's it."

"You're overreac—"

Vampires raced down the hall toward us, some scuttling on the walls like giant ants. Every hair on the back of my neck stood up. Maybe they weren't Hel-Blar, but they were warriors; either sworn to Lady Natasha or seeking the bounty for killing us.