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believe they’ve had adequate time to clear the grounds of corpses.” Druscilla wrinkled her nose and lifted up the folds of her gown to prevent it from being dirtied by the bloodied entrails strewn on the floor. “Ignore the smell. You must focus on your behavior. You must be a model of propriety. One misstep, and the ladies of society will castigate you. Again. This is your chance to prove your worth as a lady.”
    “I have followed all of society’s stupid little rules.” Well, mostly. Except for those that pertain to biting strange males. “My behavior has always been above reproach.” Kiera had taken special care to ensure an appearance of proper behavior. What she did at night was anything but proper, but none of them knew of her transgressions.
    Druscilla shot her a look of sympathy. “I know it is hardly your fault that your debut into society was an utter failure. Society is so unforgiving, my dear.”
    No kidding. Those snooty bitches had called her Clueless Kiera because she had used the wrong fork at her first formal dinner at court.
    “You may not have their approval, but you do have connections. Royal ones.” Druscilla stared with reverence at the silver brooch that fastened Kiera’s linen cloak. The brooch contained a white unicorn, which was the symbol of the House of Halloran. “As long as you stay in Snotti’s good graces, your position in society could easily rise.”
    Kiera raised one dark eyebrow and gave Druscilla a pointed look that conveyed how ridiculous she found the notion of staying on Snotti’s good side. There wasn’t a soul alive capable of such a feat. The princess’ tendency to act the bitch was legendary and the woman was incapable of getting along with people. “Expecting miracles, my friend? You know my days are numbered. I will be shown the door upon Snotti’s next tantrum. I know exactly where I stand and I have no ambition to elevate myself. I expect nothing to come from this opportunity, with the exception of seeing a Roman city.”
    Kiera listened with only half an ear to the rest of Druscilla’s pep talk as she followed Snotti and the other ladies through the Roman villa. The stately residence had belonged to a Roman woman named Lucine Maximus. The woman had been in the business of purchasing hybrid slaves and had taken possession of some of their own warriors. Diermont had been tasked with the rescue, which had been successful. Too successful. The place had a creepy feel to it, as if it overflowed with excessive amounts of negative energy.
    Kiera watched silently while Diermont greeted his mate in what appeared to be a warm embrace. It was a match made in heaven: the sadistic megalomaniac and the self-absorbed bitch. She had no interest in viewing the happy reunion. She wanted to know which warriors were present. She still thirsted and needed a donor. And he needn’t be a willing supplier.
    Kiera scanned the room and allowed her gaze to linger a bit longer than necessary. Druscilla had been right about one thing. Many elite bloodlines were represented here. McLeod. McDonald. Ross. Sullivan. Halloran . So many fine possibilities, all living under one roof. And all so very tasty. She felt the beginnings of a smile curve her lips as she relished choosing her next victim from this esteemed group of males. Seamus McLeod, an unattached lord, looked downright delicious to her right now. He was well respected by his peers and politically powerful. The thought of sinking her fangs into his tender throat made her salivate, but she knew it would be wiser to leave him alone. Her eyes fell upon the warrior conversing with Seamus. Torin Sullivan, Lord of Turloch, was quite possibly the most handsome male on Earth. She had appreciated the way he had swung his sword at the Romans while wearing nothing but a pair of leather trousers that clung nicely to his well-developed ass. Forcing herself on that one would be quite the adventure since he was sexy as hell. Although tempting,