Chapter 44
The familiar scent of vanilla and roses greeted Ciaran. He kicked his shoes off on the lush carpet of his master suite at Mon Ciel, the palace belonging to his family.
He might tell Juliette about the blood flowers. Whether or not he believed in superstition, what happened bothered him more than a little.
He pulled the tie from his collar and walked into the closet when a cool hand covered his eyes from behind. A voice as light and colorful as an Irish lullaby whispered into his ear, “Hello, stranger. My husband won’t be happy at all when he finds out about you.”
He turned around. “Your husband shouldn’t be surprised. He married such a beautiful woman, he should know he’s got competition.”
He lifted her up. Juliette wrapped her long legs around his waist and let him carry h
