" Oh," the authoritative woman said with a gleam in her eye, "I didn'tmind." She composed her face and resumed her serious presentation,saying, "But ...hen, when I made them pose together, hugging each other andpressing their lower halves together, the way sissies like to do witheach other, they tried to rebel. They dared to speak back to me, andeven used some rough language. Both of them employed the 'B' word." You mean... bitch?" Claire wanted to know."I'm afraid so," Florence confirmed. . It was her city. And there were no other vamps here besides the two of them, so maybe other kindred avoided Bloodlust because of Antoinette?She frowned.He was stalling, and now she was angry. With a reluctant sigh, the tiny Ventrue walked over to her with his hands at his side, doing his best to not let her see they were shivering. At least the music wasn’t as loud up here.Daeva were always beautiful, but Antoinette was different. Her long, wavy white hair was clearly unnatural, as her sharp. Whether you believe me or not, I live for you and you alone." She was so beautiful, so convincing. He struggled wildly with jealousy, love, and his best attempt at understanding. But if she couldn't understand her obsession, how could he, even at his best? In the weeks that followed, he found it impossible to doubt her. She found it impossible not to relish her new freedom, and every minute of every day showed her love to him in everything she did. Each touch proved her sincerity. Their. .. I’m glad. And I’m getting a good feeling about you as well. Maybe we should look at the menu. I don’t want to miss too much of the dancing tonight,” she smiled.“Good idea. I suggest we have a glass or two of wine as well. What would you prefer?”“I do like red wine, a Pinot Noir if they have one.”“That will be good for me too,” I agreed, picking up the wine list. As luck would have it there were two Pinot vintages listed and I chose one just as the waiter arrived.“We’d like a bottle of the.