Accidentally...Evil? (Accidentally Yours) by Mimi Jean Pamfiloff Page B

death. He hoped. The queen’s dungeons were notoriously hellish.
    But he wouldn’t fail. He was the strongest warrior the vampire world had ever known. He had fought and won thousands of battles, upheld the Pact, and maintained the peace between the gods and vampires for a thousand years. This would be a stroll through the park… or jungle. Whatever.
    “It’s much better than I’d hoped for,” he stated coolly.
    Cimil’s eyes lit up. “All right then. Oh, and there’s one more thing…”
    ***
    Cimil waved her hands and watched the vampire collapse to the ground. She poked him several times in the chest, checking to make sure he was out cold.
    “
Buon
, Niccolo DiConti,” she said, perfectly imitating his deep voice. “Your mate will not be born for, oh, say, about three hundred years, and I have to entomb you in the meantime. Otherwise, you won’t live to see another full moon. Did you know your paranoid sorry excuse of a queen fears your strength and plans to kill you? Crazy shrew. I wish I could take her out myself. But nooo.” She shook her head.
    The beautiful naked vampire lay completely oblivious over a bed of leaves.
    Cimil sighed. “You are such a scrumptious man treat. How could anyone think of killing you? But I guarantee, after three hundred years, your queen will only be a teensy bit peeved by your absence, and she will have reconsidered her plot to murder you. You can thank me later.”
    She leaned down and pressed her mouth to his full lips and then ran her finger along his chiseled jaw.
    “Come, my handsome vampire. I have a few things I must do to prepare you. Then I’ll put you somewhere safe to await your bride. Oh—I know!” She clapped excitedly. “You can stay inside my piggy bank! And I’ll create a drama-tastic jungle intro to your lady! How about
Romancing the Stone
meets
Apocalypto
?”
    She flung the naked giant over her shoulder and gave him a loving pat on his bottom. “Watching you two will be so much fun! I might have to charge the other gods admission to
this
show when the time comes.”

PROLOGUE
    Wondering which screw in her head had come loose
this
time, twenty-four-year-old Emma Keane strapped a parachute to her back in preparation for yet another fun-filled jungle mission.
    “Dammit! Stop wiggling!” she barked over her shoulder. “And that had better be your flashlight!”
    Well, actually, it was a cranky, rather large warrior named Brutus strapped to her back and wearing the parachute because she had yet to find time for skydiving lessons.
    Dork.
    In any case, looking like a ridiculous, oversized baby kangaroo wasn’t enough to stop her from making this nocturnal leap into enemy territory—Maaskab territory. She had scores to settle.
    Emma sucked in a deep breath, the roar of the plane’s large engines and Brutus’s growls making it difficult to find her center—the key to winning any battle. And not freak out.
    Funny. If someone had told her a year ago that she’d end up here, an immortal demigoddess engaged to the infamous God of Death and War, she would have said, “Christ! Yep! That
toootally
sounds about right.”
    Why the hell not? She’d lived the first twenty-two years of her life with Guy—a nickname she’d given her handsome god—obsessed with his seductive voice, a voice only she could hear. Turned out, after they finally met face-to-face, their connection ran blood deep. Universe deep, actually. A match made by fate.
    Emma rubbed her hands together, summoning the divine power deep within her cells. One blast with her fingertips and she could split a man right down the middle.
    “Careful where you put those,” Guy said, cupping himself.
    Emma gazed up at his smiling face and couldn’t help but admire the glorious, masculine view.
Sigh.
She knew she’d been born to love him, flaws—enormous ego and otherworldly bossiness—and all.
    His smile melted away. “Please change your mind, my sweet. Stay on the plane, and let me do your