Ever My Love: The Lore of the Lucius Ring (The Legend of the Theodosia Sword Book 2)

by Kathryn Le Veque

  She was proud of how far she’d come since graduating high school. She’d earned her undergraduate degree in computer science and had lucked into a job at the same firm she’d interned with. She now worked in the IT department, improving the company’s software and trying to come up with new and better reports for the employees. It wasn’t glamorous, but Rin herself was anything but glamorous. The job fit her perfectly.

  Whatever the outcome of the ring, whether by some miracle Tina met her true love tomorrow, or in the next couple of weeks before the actual date of their twenty-fifth birthday, Rin would soon be taking the first step toward the rest of her life…and she couldn’t wait.

  Chapter Three

  Rin sat at the back of the room and watched as Tina and her mom made the rounds to the different tables during dinner. Tina looked beautiful. Her auburn hair had been styled professionally and hung around her face in fat auburn curls that looked perfect. Her makeup was elegant and the dress she was wearing would put the famous Hollywood actresses on Oscar night to shame. It was an emerald green that complemented her hair perfectly and hugged her slender curves, somehow leaving nothing and everything to the imagination at the same time.

  Of course, Rin had the same color hair, but it was cut short and, as usual, wouldn’t behave, no matter what Rin did to it. When she wanted it to lie flat, it bounced up in curls; when she wanted it to be curly, it refused to cooperate. But she preferred her short hair. It stayed out of her face and eyes when she worked, and it was super easy to deal with when she worked out.

  Rin could’ve borrowed something to wear from her sister, they were exactly the same size after all, but she wasn’t sure Tina would loan her anything. Secondly, Rin was happy in her dress slacks and cashmere sweater. She’d gotten the latter for a steal last year and it was one of her favorite things to wear. It was a light yellow color and was as soft against her skin as it looked. She might not be as classically beautiful as her sister, but Rin was pleased with how she looked. And besides that, she was herself. A cocktail dress just wasn’t something she was comfortable in.

  The ballroom was beautiful; Cassia had outdone herself for the party. The woman might not win Mother of the Year, but she had an eye for decorating. There were small twinkling lights hanging from the ceiling and the green and gray color scheme really worked well in the large room. The tablecloths were gray, and the flowers on each table were white, gray and liberally stuffed with green. All-in-all, it was a lovely party, and Tina was in her element.

  Rin truly was happy for her sister. She looked like she was enjoying herself, even with the curse hanging over her head, and that was the most important thing. She’d never wish Tina ill. Ever.

  Cassia gestured to Rin, and she stood and headed over to her mother.

  “Varinia, can you please go to the lobby and see if you can’t find the night manager? I’d like the wait staff to clear the tables a bit faster. Oh, and maybe see if they can get another bartender? The line is a tad bit too long.”

  Rin sighed and nodded. She’d been doing odd jobs for her mom all night. She assumed it was a ploy to get her out of the room, but in the end, she didn’t really mind. Standing around watching Tina flirt wasn’t exactly her idea of a good time.

  She went through the maze of hallways to get back to the lobby and stood in line behind a man who was obviously checking in at the front counter.

  Not paying much attention at first, thinking about something she needed to do at work the next week, Rin was startled when she realized the scent in the air was very familiar.

  She tilted her head and breathed in again, deeper this time.

  The man in front of her finished checking in and moved slightly to the side, throwing a leather bag over his shoulder. “Evening,” he said in a polite tone, nodding and smiling at her as he turned in profile.

  His movements wafted his delicious scent toward Rin once more, engulfing her senses, and shockingly, all she could think about was burying her face in the stranger’s neck and breathing him in.

  Smoke.

  Cold air.

  Leaves.

  And when he’d said hello, she’d gotten a whiff of peppermint.

  Freaking peppermint.

  Rin’s mind whirled. What in the world was going on? Who was this man and how could he smell exactly like the calming scent she’d dreamed about her entire life? She had the firm thought that if he put his arms around her, she could burrow in and he’d keep her safe from anything that might want to hurt her. It was insane, but she suddenly longed to feel that safety, just once before she died.

  He was taller than her five-six by at least a couple of inches. He had dark, curly hair, a five-o’clock shadow on his square jaw, and beautiful hazel eyes. He was wearing a pair of jeans that had seen better days. Somehow Rin knew he hadn’t bought the jeans with the holes strategically placed on his thigh and knee, as many people did these days. He looked too…masculine to care much about fashion. His shirt was a long-sleeve plaid Henley, which strained over the muscles in his arms.

  She continued to openly study the man and tried to place him. He seemed familiar to her, but she couldn’t remember Tina or her mom ever talking about a man who looked like him, so he probably wasn’t there for the party. He looked as though he was in his mid-thirties, definitely too old to have gone to school with Tina. Paired with his relaxed clothes was a set of work boots, probably steel-toed. His fingers were long and one hand was still clutching the leather bag over his shoulder. The other was resting at his hip, his fingers tucked into the front pocket of his jeans…

  And he was grinning at her, obviously amused rather than offended by her long stare.

  “Hello?”

  His single word made her snap back to herself. Jesus, he must think she was an idiot, standing there drinking him in as if she’d been stranded on a desert island. “Oh, sorry. I didn’t mean to stare at you.”

  He kept smiling, but moved all the way aside so she could step up to the front desk. Aware that he wasn’t walking away and was, in fact, standing close enough for Rin to get the occasional whiff of his delicious scent, but not close enough for him to be blatantly eavesdropping, she forced herself to meet the eyes of the bored-looking receptionist.

  Focusing back on the task at hand, she relayed her mom’s wishes regarding the party. The woman nodded and said she’d contact the night manager, who would get with the catering manager and take care of it.

  Rin nodded and thanked the woman and turned—to see the man still standing nearby.

  “Do we know each other?” the man asked when she faced him again.

  “I don’t think so. Do you know Tina Velt? Are you here for her party? We’re twins, so maybe that’s how you recognize me. Although we’re pretty different.”

  “A party?” he asked.

  “Yeah. It’s a birthday thing.”

  “So, it’s Tina’s and your birthday party then,” he said with a grin. The man held out his hand. “Neat. I’m Roman.”

  She looked at his hand for a long moment, somehow knowing without a doubt that her life would change if she took it. Finally, she stretched out her own, and as he took hold, said, “Varinia.”

  “Varinia? That’s unusual.”

  Rin took a deep breath as Roman shook her hand. Goosebumps raced up her arm and down her spine at his touch. She could smell him even better now that they were standing so close and she did feel safe in his presence. A little flustered by how strongly she was attracted to the stranger, she told him, “Yeah, it’s Latin. Means ‘versatile.’ My sister’s name is actually Augustina, which means ‘great.’ She goes by Tina for short.

  “Interesting names.”

  Rin nodded and reluctantly dropped the man’s hand. But it did nothing to break her from the oh-my-God-is-this-man-beautiful-and-I-just-want-to-bury-my-nose-in-his-neck-and-never-leave haze she was in. “My mom’s name is Cassia, Grandma’s name was Juno, Great-Grandma was Maxima and Great-Great-Grandma’s name was Marcellina.”

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bsp; She closed her eyes for a moment in embarrassment, realizing she’d just given him a mini Velt genealogy lesson that he in no way asked for.

  “They’re great names. And interestingly enough, my mom also had a thing for ancient-sounding names.”

  “Yeah?”

  “Yup. You know I’m Roman. My brothers are Augustus and Maximus.”

  “Wow. That’s so weird. Not your names, but the coincidence.”

  “We’ve got something in common, that’s for sure. How long is your party going on tonight?” Roman asked.

  Rin shrugged. “Until it’s over. Knowing my sister and mom, probably late.”

  “Any chance, if I find presents for you and your sister, that I can be invited?”

  “Are you single?”

  “Uh, yeah…?” he said, as if wondering what that had to do with anything.

  Rin’s tummy did a summersault at the confirmation of his bachelorhood. “You’re more than welcome to attend,” she told him immediately, but quickly held up her hand to forestall him, and continued when it looked like he was going to say something. “Here’s the thing: It’s a really long story, one that you probably don’t want to know, but my sister is looking for a husband. So you being single is present enough. The party’s in the ballroom. No need to buy anything.”

  Roman opened his mouth to respond—or maybe it just dropped open in shock—but Rin continued on quickly again. “I know, it’s ridiculous and crazy, but there it is. Most of the people at the party are men, that’s why I thought you might have known Tina in the first place and you were here for the party. My dear twin is checking them all out in the hopes that she’ll have an immediate connection with one and they’ll live happily ever after, forever and ever. I’m kinda scared to sic her on you. You seem like a decent guy.” She smiled to let him know she was teasing. “I’d hate for you to get sucked into her web. I love her, she’s my sister, but she’s…” Rin trailed off, searching for the right word.

  “Not you,” Roman finished for her with a straight face.

  A full-blown shiver from her head down to her toes washed over Rin as she looked into Roman’s eyes and saw his sincerity.

  “You haven’t seen Tina.”

  “But I’ve seen you…and I like what I see.”

  “Yeah, well, even though we’re twins, she’s much prettier than I am. She has long hair and always wears clothes that make her look fabulous,” Rin explained, figuring she might as well be honest.

  She remained still, hypnotized, as Roman’s hand came up to her face and tucked an errant curl behind her right ear. “There’s no way she’s prettier than you.” His gaze traveled down her body then came back up to hers. “And what you’re wearing is perfect. You look comfortable in your own skin. Classy. I like it.”

  “Oh.” Rin wasn’t sure what to say.

  Roman dropped his hand but didn’t move out of her space. “I’ve worked a long day. I walked into this hotel wanting nothing more than to get a room, take a shower, and relax on the bed while watching a football game and ordering room service. But suddenly, after meeting a wonderful woman who just happens to be in the middle of her own birthday party, I don’t care about any of that. I’d like to spend some time with you, Varinia.”

  “You can call me Rin. Everyone does.”

  “I like Varinia. And I’m not everyone.”

  Wow.

  The way he’d looked her in the eye when he said that made goosebumps crawl down her arms. She’d never reacted to anyone in her entire life the way she reacted to this man.

  “Okay. But don’t blame me when my mom makes her move and decides you’re Tina’s fate.”

  “You’ll be there to rescue me.”

  “I will?” Rin smiled at him. Roman was actually pretty funny. And he smelled so good. So comforting. So familiar.

  “Yup.”

  “What is it that you do?”

  “For a living?” Roman asked, tilting his head.

  “Yeah.”

  “I’ll tell you later. Over a piece of birthday cake,” he said coyly.

  Rin chuckled. “Fine.”

  “And you can tell me the really long story about why you think your twin sister is prettier than you.”

  Rin wrinkled her nose at that. “Uh, I’m not sure—”

  “I’m still gonna go up to my room and clean the day off, but I’ll be down in about twenty minutes. You’ll wait for me?”

  “Here?”

  “No, not here,” Roman chuckled and Rin blushed.

  Duh. Of course not here. Jeez, she was a dork.

  “I’ll meet you in the ballroom,” Roman told her.

  “It’s kinda hard to find, so I’ll leave breadcrumbs,” Rin told him with a straight face.

  “I’d appreciate it,” he responded immediately.

  A man who seemed to get her weird sense of humor. Rin liked that. She began backing away from him and didn’t see an ornate chair—and backed right into it, stumbling as she righted herself. She waved off the hand he held out, as if he was going to haul her against him to keep her upright.

  She blushed. “Ha, sorry. I’m good. I’m just clumsy. I’ll see you later, Roman.”

  “Later, Varinia.”

  She smiled at him and turned to head through the lobby. She looked back at the end of the large room and saw he was standing by a bank of elevators, still watching her. She waved awkwardly and disappeared around the corner.

  Wow. The party might be for her sister, but Rin knew, without a doubt, that she liked Roman. He might be older than her. He might not be her true love—heck, she was probably never going to get that, according to the curse—but she could sure enjoy spending the evening with him at her party.

  Rin hugged herself. She couldn’t wait to see him again.

  Chapter Four

  Rin got back to the ballroom to see that Tina and their mom were still making the rounds. Her sister was smiling and laughing and generally being her usual over-the-top happy self.

  Rin fielded a few “happy birthdays” from some of the guests and found another table in a back corner and settled contentedly into a chair. There were two people sitting on the other side of the large circular table, but they were engrossed in a conversation and didn’t try to include her. Rin got out her phone and pretended to be busy as she thought about Roman.

  Now that she had a moment, she contemplated the amazing coincidence that she’d somehow dreamed about a smell her entire life—and it was the same scent that clung to Roman like a second skin. It was impossible, but somehow she knew it was true.

  Then Rin remembered the ring for the first time that evening and lifted her right hand to look at it.

  She gasped in surprise and blinked, trying to clear her eyes.

  It was no longer the dark gray color it’d been since she’d put it on—it was now a deep crimson. Still almost black, but not quite.

  She looked up suddenly, looking for Tina. Had her sister found her true love? Was that why it’d lightened? Good Lord, might the curse actually be lifting?

  Tina was now sitting at a table with four men. They all seemed to be laughing and having a wonderful time. Her sister put her hand on the knee of the guy next to her and leaned into him. Rin tried to memorize what the four men looked like, so she could keep her eye on them. One of them had to be Tina’s true love for the ring to react the way it had.

  Cassia had sat Rin and Tina down when they’d started high school and she’d given them a history lesson about their ancestors. The legend of the ring had started with Theodosia and Lucius, back in the days when people wore togas. The names of others in her family swam in her brain as if she was sitting in front of her mom again, hearing them for the first time. Valeria and Tyren, Antonia and Titus, Valeriana and Aiden, Annie and Alex, and the most recent couple, Britannia and Charles.

  Rin took a deep breath and closed her eyes, praying with all her heart that Tina would join her ancestors as the next woman who found true love before her twenty-fifth birthday
. It would make a great story, one Tina could lovingly tell her own daughter when she was old enough to understand and appreciate it.

  Even though they weren’t close, Rin wanted that for her sister. She wanted her to follow in the footsteps of their long-deceased kin. She watched Tina flirt with and smile at the men at her table for a while, wondering which one might end up being her brother-in-law.

  Just when Rin didn’t think Roman was going to return, she somehow sensed him enter the large room.

  She looked away from her sister’s table and saw him standing in the doorway. Seeing him there made everything else in her mind disappear. Her only thought was to get to his side.

  Rin stood up and headed in his direction, but wasn’t paying attention to where she was going and completely missed a woman who was pushing away from a table. The chair suddenly appeared in her path and Rin swore under her breath as she tried to stop herself from falling over it—and failed.

  It was a comedy of errors. The lady shrieked at finding Rin practically on top of her as she tried to stand, a man old enough to be her grandfather tried to grab Rin’s arm to keep her from falling, and Rin herself jerked to the side to try to avoid the collision.

  Her movements were enough to pull the older man off his feet at the same time she pitched to the side. She fell against a nearby table, hitting her hip bone, and when the older man fell against her, got pushed to the ground by his weight.

  They both lay sprawled on the floor of the ballroom, trying to catch their breaths.

  “Jesus, Varinia, are you all right?” Roman asked. He’d rushed over, his brows drawn down in concern.

  Rin closed her eyes in mortal humiliation.

  She was clumsy. She’d been that way her entire life. Usually it wasn’t that big of a deal, but going ass-over-feet in the presence of the first interesting man she’d met in ages wasn’t big on her to-do list for the evening. It was inevitable that she’d trip, fall, bruise or otherwise make an ass of herself at some point, but doing it in front of the wonderful-smelling man sucked. The only good thing about the entire incident was that she wasn’t wearing a skirt or dress. If she had been, she would’ve flashed everyone around them and they’d have gotten a way-too-personal glimpse of the red satin undies she’d worn for the special occasion.