”She was not sure she believed her own words. Once a cold, tactical queen of Dolareido, and now a lovesick girl who could not think of anything else...but her little Ventrue? Perish the thought.“Agreed.” Elaine’s grin only grew, and she winked. She did not entirely believe her own words either. “Azamel’s end approaches. What are your plans?”Straight to business then.“Jack informs me she plans to have Sándor replace her. I see no issue with this. As broken a man as the gargoyle is, I think he will. I didn't think much more about it, until a week later when Chad brought up the subject again. He said he had been racking his brains but had not been able to come up with an idea of how to go about getting into my Mom's pants. I suggested he borrow his brother's van conversion ( a great fuck truck if there ever was one) and I'd talk my Mom into coming to the drive-in movies with us. I told him, we'd all have a few beers and at some point I'd split, and he'd have his shot. The one condition I. He spoke softly, but the other vampires in the room would have no difficulty hearing his words, “Cassandra, I am moved by your ruthless act. Not only are you a great lover, but destined to be my mate as well.”She giggled like the 18 year old school girl she had been only days before and replied, “My Lord, can I gather that to be a proposal?” and giggled softly as her lips brushed over his jaw and neck. Her fangs had withdrawn, but she knew already that when the need arose she would be able to. "Demure pressed her other hand over Glade's and gazed into her eyes with a sympathetic earnestness that seemed almost genuine. "Then I'm sorry to have to tell you this..." Demure began, pushing her face close enough to Glade's for her breath to brush against her cheeks, " ... but your friend is..." She paused again for affect and held her gaze long enough to gauge Glade's reaction. "She is dead." Dead?" One of Glade's few pleasures during the time she was in Demure's service was the love she.