Courtney Cole - Every Last Kiss: The Bloodstone Saga (Volume 1)

Every Last Kiss

By

Courtney Cole

Copyright 2011 Courtney Cole

Published by Lakehouse Press

All rights reserved.

This novel is a work of fiction. Some people, places and events have historical merit, while others are entirely a

product of the authors imagination. The author holds all rights to this work. It is illegal to reproduce this novel without expressed written consent from the

author herself.

DEDICATION

To my husband. If I believed in soul mates, you would be mine.

PROLOGUE

ALEXANDRIA, EGYPT

THE MAUSOLEUM OF QUEEN CLEOPATRA AND MARC ANTONY

30 BC

C harmian! Is there any sign of her?

I hurriedly rushed back from the outer room of the mausoleum, looking nervously over my shoulder as my bare feet padded lightly on the cool stone floor.

No, my queen. Only the guards.

Queen Cleopatra nodded solemnly, her golden armbands glistening in the lamplight. She rose from her perch on a jeweled chaise lounge and gazed sadly at the golden sarcophagus that glittered mutely in front of her. Ornate and beautiful, it held the remains of her husband. Lovingly, she slid her hands along the golden shell that would protect him for eternity.

From the open windows of the outer chambers, the tangy sea breeze blew softly into the inner rooms and I found myself wishing that it could carry me away, somewhere far from here. I fingered the birthmark on my wrist. It was not throbbing, not even an ache, and I knew that I would not be leaving this crypt.

A sudden, soft knock on the doors echoed in the quiet room, causing both of us to whip around. Tension immediately formed in my neck. This was it. It had to be. Cleopatra squared her shoulders, then bent to brush a soft kiss on the golden mask covering Marc Antonys face.

Forgive me, my love, she murmured.

There was another low knock and I felt my shoulders ripple with the stress that they carried as Cleopatra reached out to grasp my hand.

Iras, love could you answer that? Cleopatra whispered. She squeezed my hand tightly, but I barely noticed.

Cleopatras other handmaiden nodded obediently and slipped silently from the room to answer the door. She returned a scant moment later with a tiny shriveled woman who looked not a day younger than 200 years old. The glinting eyes that stared from under her brown hood were ageless, full of wisdom and I felt my heart begin to race. It was time. There was no doubt.

Cleopatra squared her shoulders, her face a perfect regal mask as she walked purposely toward the old woman.

Do you have it?

Yes, your highness, the old woman rasped throatily.

She held out a woven reed basket. I wouldnt have thought it was big enough to conceal anything and apparently the Roman guards hadnt either. Nowadays, they checked everything that came in for the queen.

I rushed to Cleopatras side and we peered into the interior of the basket together. It was full of plump figs and I inhaled their sweet, heavy scent. My eyes raised questioningly to the old healer.

She nodded at my unspoken question. It is hidden under the figs.

How long will it take? Cleopatra whispered, her voice not reflecting even a bit of the fear that raced through my veins.

Only a few moments.No longer. The healers faded eyes searched Cleopatras bright ones. You must be certain, your highness. Once the poison enters your body, there can be no turning back.

Cleopatra nodded. No, there is no turning back, old woman.

The healer nodded gravely and held out the basket as if it were an offering. Cleopatra took it and sank back into her chaise lounge, staring absently at the opulence surrounding her as she reached into the basket, withdrawing a fig. Slipping it into her mouth, she chewed it delicately, then smiled.

Delicious, she announced, swallowing calmly.

She eyed the basket again pensively. I sucked in my breath. It was time. I felt it coming, the air crackled with it. Death was an unseen presence in the room, waiting for our last breaths.

Reaching into the basket once again, Cleopatra withdrew a long, thin black snake. It draped itself along her arm and she stared into its black slitted eyes.

You will take me to the afterlife, she instructed it firmly. And do it quickly.

Leaning back into the silk cushions, she shook the snake lightly. It hissed, its large mouth yawning open ominously, revealing glistening fangs. As it stared at her, one drop of deadly venom dripped from its mouth. Nothing more. Impatient, Cleopatra shook it again. It struck her so quickly that I barely had time to register the movement before I heard her gasp.

It is done then, she murmured, dropping the snake once again into the basket. I flew to her side, my arms around her slender shoulders. Two drops of blood dripped from her breast.

Cleopatra My voice broke as pain flooded through me.

Charmian, do not fear. We have done what we must. All is well.

Her obsidian eyes met mine and I saw peace in them. My breath caught in my throat just as she drew her last. Her lips quivered and then she was still, her dark eyes staring sightlessly at me. My heart shattered silently.

All is well, I whispered as I reached out and gently closed her eyes. Is it? Is it well where you are now, my queen?

Her face was peaceful and even in death, she was beautiful. I swallowed hard as I looked up at Iras. She was shaking her head in grief as she rocked back on her heels. The old woman watched me silently, waiting to see what I would do, waiting to see if I would follow our queen.

Shakily, I picked up the basket and reached inside. The snakes body was surprisingly dry, not scaly in the slightest. It writhed beneath my hand, agitated already. My fingers closed around it determinedly, pulling it back out into the light.

Staring into its flat black eyes, I implored it softly.

Please be quick.

And it was.

CHAPTER ONE

Pasadena, California

Present Day

T he country music singers spunky voice ripped through the silence in my room as she began singing loudly from my nightstand, causing my phone to vibrate against the espresso colored wood. I smiled. The lyrics about demolishing a cheating ex-boyfriends car with a baseball bat was tempting. Too tempting. I answered my phone before I got any more ideas.

Stop obsessing.

Jessas voice was authoritative and bossy. And so on the money that it was ridiculous, not that she needed to know that. Even as she spoke, my eyes were glued to my computer screen, where Dereks face grinned at me. His perfectly mussed blonde hair draped just-so over his green eyes, and I shuddered. Cheater.

I dont know what you mean, I sniffed, trying my best to sound both innocent and offended at the same time.

I could practically hear my best friend roll her eyes through the phone.

Macy. One word, perfectly conveyed disbelief. I sighed.

Okay, fine. There might be a small amount of obsessive behavior going on. How did you know?

Because Ive known you since kindergarten, thats how. Mace, seriously. Anyone who would do what he did isnt worth the time that it takes to obsess over him. Instead of wasting your time going over every detail, and yes, I know thats what you are doing, you should be plotting your revenge. And I mean, in a big way.

Apparently, she hadnt heard my new ringtone. I was way ahead of her on that one.

YeahI should totally get on that. I tried to sound innocent again.

Have you showered yet?

I looked down at my unwashed body clad in old sweats and nodded.

Yep. Why?

Loud sigh, long pause.

Macy, jump in the shower. Ill be over in two.

And she was gone. And since she only lived two streets over, I knew that I literally only had two minutes to shower before she arrived and saw for herself that I had lied. I dropped the phone and ran for the bathroom.