anymore.”
“I’m trying. But you can see how stubborn they are.” With a gasp, Darcy spotted Connor entering the church. She instantly stiffened. Her lungs squeezed in her chest, making it difficult to breathe. Good God, she hated the way she always reacted when he appeared. It had been four years and she still couldn’t put that dreadful night behind her. She opened her mouth to warn Gregori, but the words wouldn’t come.
Connor spoke quietly to the guests. Some responded by rushing out the front door. Others used their cell phones to teleport away. So was it true that the wedding was cancelled? Had Shanna had second thoughts about marrying a vampire? Darcy often wondered how such a relationship could possibly work. It just wasn’t fair to drag someone into the vampire world. She knew that all too well.
“Hey, Connor!” Gregori motioned for the Scotsman to join them. “What’s up?”
Darcy automatically stepped back as Connor approached. Her heart thundered in her chest so hard, it echoed in her ears.
The Scotsman strode toward them, dressed in formal Highland wear, which included a lacy white jabot shirt, black jacket, and a black muskrat sporran. He bowed slightly to the ex-harem. “My ladies.” His gaze lingered on Darcy.
She turned away, unable to meet his sharp blue eyes that always watched her with a tinge of regret.
“We have an emergency situation,” Connor announced. “Ian and I brought a limousine to help evacuate the ladies. We must leave immediately.”
“What about the wedding?” Gregori asked.
“I’ll explain later.” Connor gestured toward the front entrance. “Yer lives could be in danger. Please move calmly and quietly toward the exit.”
“Eek!” Cora Lee lifted her hoop skirts and skedaddled for the front door. The other ladies rushed after her. Darcy hovered toward the back of the group so she could overhear the men talking. She was uncomfortable being that close to Connor, but her curiosity was stronger. Of course, it was her wretched curiosity that had caused her nightmare to begin in the first place.
“Where are we going?” Gregori asked.
“Romatech,” Connor replied. “For the reception.”
“And my mother?” Gregori asked. “Is she all right?”
“Radinka is fine. She’s with Roman and Shanna. Angus and Jean-Luc are there, so they have plenty of protection.”
Protection from what, Darcy wondered. It must be the Malcontents.
Gregori had rented a limousine for the night since there was no way he could cart around ten women in his Lexus. Even so, it had been a tight fit with all the ball gowns. The ex-harem was happy to divide into two groups—half going in Gregori’s hired limo and the other half traveling in the limo Connor had brought.
Gregori climbed into Connor’s limo. “I want to know what’s going on.” He sat as close to the driver’s seat as possible.
Darcy wanted to know, too, so she scooted down the long side seat to sit next to Gregori.
Connor was in the front driver’s seat next to Ian. He twisted to the side, so he could see everyone through the open window. There were six occupants in the back—Gregori, Darcy, Maria Consuela, Princess Joanna, Lady Pamela, and Cora Lee.
“So did the master come to his senses and cancel the wedding?” Princess Joanna asked.
“Nay, milady,” Connor answered. “The ceremony is happening as we speak. At a private chapel in White Plains.”
“I guess that’s why they’re not answering their phones.” Gregori unbuttoned his tuxedo jacket.
“Oh, fiddlesticks.” Cora Lee had taken up the entire back seat with her hoop skirt. “Now we can’t move back into the master’s house.”
Lady Pamela pressed a hand against her bosom. “This is quite beyond the pale. I tell you, that mortal chit is toying with us. She invites us to the ceremony, then sneaks off to get married elsewhere.”
“She is evil,” Maria Consuela announced. “Roman will rue the day he married that Whelan
“I’m trying. But you can see how stubborn they are.” With a gasp, Darcy spotted Connor entering the church. She instantly stiffened. Her lungs squeezed in her chest, making it difficult to breathe. Good God, she hated the way she always reacted when he appeared. It had been four years and she still couldn’t put that dreadful night behind her. She opened her mouth to warn Gregori, but the words wouldn’t come.
Connor spoke quietly to the guests. Some responded by rushing out the front door. Others used their cell phones to teleport away. So was it true that the wedding was cancelled? Had Shanna had second thoughts about marrying a vampire? Darcy often wondered how such a relationship could possibly work. It just wasn’t fair to drag someone into the vampire world. She knew that all too well.
“Hey, Connor!” Gregori motioned for the Scotsman to join them. “What’s up?”
Darcy automatically stepped back as Connor approached. Her heart thundered in her chest so hard, it echoed in her ears.
The Scotsman strode toward them, dressed in formal Highland wear, which included a lacy white jabot shirt, black jacket, and a black muskrat sporran. He bowed slightly to the ex-harem. “My ladies.” His gaze lingered on Darcy.
She turned away, unable to meet his sharp blue eyes that always watched her with a tinge of regret.
“We have an emergency situation,” Connor announced. “Ian and I brought a limousine to help evacuate the ladies. We must leave immediately.”
“What about the wedding?” Gregori asked.
“I’ll explain later.” Connor gestured toward the front entrance. “Yer lives could be in danger. Please move calmly and quietly toward the exit.”
“Eek!” Cora Lee lifted her hoop skirts and skedaddled for the front door. The other ladies rushed after her. Darcy hovered toward the back of the group so she could overhear the men talking. She was uncomfortable being that close to Connor, but her curiosity was stronger. Of course, it was her wretched curiosity that had caused her nightmare to begin in the first place.
“Where are we going?” Gregori asked.
“Romatech,” Connor replied. “For the reception.”
“And my mother?” Gregori asked. “Is she all right?”
“Radinka is fine. She’s with Roman and Shanna. Angus and Jean-Luc are there, so they have plenty of protection.”
Protection from what, Darcy wondered. It must be the Malcontents.
Gregori had rented a limousine for the night since there was no way he could cart around ten women in his Lexus. Even so, it had been a tight fit with all the ball gowns. The ex-harem was happy to divide into two groups—half going in Gregori’s hired limo and the other half traveling in the limo Connor had brought.
Gregori climbed into Connor’s limo. “I want to know what’s going on.” He sat as close to the driver’s seat as possible.
Darcy wanted to know, too, so she scooted down the long side seat to sit next to Gregori.
Connor was in the front driver’s seat next to Ian. He twisted to the side, so he could see everyone through the open window. There were six occupants in the back—Gregori, Darcy, Maria Consuela, Princess Joanna, Lady Pamela, and Cora Lee.
“So did the master come to his senses and cancel the wedding?” Princess Joanna asked.
“Nay, milady,” Connor answered. “The ceremony is happening as we speak. At a private chapel in White Plains.”
“I guess that’s why they’re not answering their phones.” Gregori unbuttoned his tuxedo jacket.
“Oh, fiddlesticks.” Cora Lee had taken up the entire back seat with her hoop skirt. “Now we can’t move back into the master’s house.”
Lady Pamela pressed a hand against her bosom. “This is quite beyond the pale. I tell you, that mortal chit is toying with us. She invites us to the ceremony, then sneaks off to get married elsewhere.”
“She is evil,” Maria Consuela announced. “Roman will rue the day he married that Whelan
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