Unleashed Fury (BloodRunes: Book 1) Read Online Free PDF

opened her
mouth to scold the girl that running simply was not something that
was done here, but seeing as how she was in such a good mood, she
shut it again and merely smiled. Well, I've been looking for a
servant and here is one in front of me .
    “My lady,” the girl curtsied prettily in a
gesture of subservience which further quelled Jezebel’s anger. “I'm
so sorry. I'm so clumsy.”
    Jezebel looked her up and down slowly, as the
girl held the pose waiting for her response, and she pursed her
lips. The girl was very beautiful with a body toned by constant
physical labor. Jezebel felt her eyes narrow to slits as she took
in the long supple legs and ample chest underneath the battered
tunic. The days of using my female charms to get my way are
behind me , Jezebel reminded herself. There is no reason to
feel threatened by this girl . S oon I will be far too
powerful to worry about such nonsense. Still, she couldn't help
the feeling of jealousy that threatened to well up inside of her.
She shook the emotion aside and thought instead of her plans.
Besides, by bringing the girl along, she could keep an eye on her
as well. “Yes, quite clumsy. Go change into something appropriate
for a trip to town and meet me by the main entrance,” she
commanded.
    The girl looked startled by this instruction,
but simply nodded her understanding and hurried along to comply.
Jezebel strolled to the dining room and inspected the buffet of
food presented for her there. She daintily picked up a pastry and
nibbled on it, wrinkling her nose in distaste. With all the
money I spend importing spices you would think that even the
incompetent fools in my kitchen would be able to come up with
something decently edible. But no, apparently good food is simply
beyond them. Being low-born as they are, they simply have no palate
for refined tastes . She put down the pastry and meandered
instead towards the front door.
    She was surprised to find that the girl was
already waiting for her there. She had been hoping to be able to
make a comment about having to wait. “Is that really the best you
have to wear?” she asked instead, improvising. “Perhaps you'll have
to pick up something more appropriate for escorting a lady while
we're out.”
    Jezebel bared her teeth at the girl who wore
a slightly taken aback look before wisely murmuring an apology, and
Jezebel brushed by her to the awaiting carriage. She paused at the
edge of the carriage and looked back at the girl expectantly. The
silly little thing just stood there dumbly, with a puzzled look on
her face, and Jezebel sighed exasperatedly. She made a motion for
her to open the door. The girl’s pretty little mouth formed a
silent “oh” and she rushed forward, tripping in her haste.
    Jezebel rolled her eyes at the girl's
awkwardness. Really, the servants' ineptitude at times never
ceases to amaze me. I may have to have a word with Devon about his
hiring choice of this one...perhaps he let a part of his anatomy
other than his head influence his feelings and it caused a lapse in
his judgment . Jezebel growled under her breath at the
thought.
    The girl had finally managed to pull herself
together and had the door open with a hand held out for Jezebel to
hoist herself into the carriage with. Jezebel took the outstretched
hand roughly. She settled herself onto the plush cushions and
waited as the girl hopped in herself and took a seat opposite
Jezebel on the wooden bench provided there.
    The carriage jumped into motion and Jezebel
gazed out the window at the passing streets. They rode by a
run-down home where, as they neared, Jezebel saw a woman with a
baby in her arms speaking with a guardsman. The words drifted to
her over the clattering of the horse's hooves and she listened with
growing annoyance to the pleading of the woman.
    “Please, sir, without this money we won't be
able to buy food for my baby. She's only eight months old.” The
woman had dirt smeared on her face and her clothes were torn