Jean-Claude stroked his hand down my arm. “You are suddenly very somber, ma petite.”

“Sorry, work was . . . hard today.”

I felt his energy stroke at the side of my thoughts, almost the way his hand had touched my arm. I tightened my shielding down just a little more, and he didn’t press. The images from the zombie videos were not what I wanted to share with him as we talked about wedding rings. I was pretty sure it would be a mood killer.

“I do not understand why you do a job that steals the light from your face, Anita,” Irene said.

I looked at her, and there must have been something in the look, because she gave a small bow. “I meant no offense.”

“As long as you weren’t going to join the vampires who think I should give up my job once I marry Jean-Claude, no offense taken.”

Irene rose from her bow laughing. “I would never say that; I have had the same job for a very long time and I still find new things to learn. Why, the new technologies and metals are a constant amazement to me.”

I smiled at her. “Sorry that I jumped to conclusions.”

“Anyone who has asked you to give up your job is probably a vampire who hasn’t led a very productive afterlife. I find that the vampires who have no business or occupation grow bored, and bored immortals find ways to amuse themselves that are most unpleasant.” She shivered a little, and her face lost some of its eager glow.

Jean-Claude hugged me where his one arm lay around my waist. “Do you think that boredom is the cause of evil among vampires?”

“Forever is a very long time to do nothing, my lord.”

He smiled and nodded. “Yes, yes it is.”

“If I may be so bold, my lord.”

“You may,” he said, though I wasn’t sure what she was asking, exactly.

“Many think that one of the reasons you are so reasonable and just is that you have been running businesses for hundreds of years. The fact that you perform at some of your clubs is another example of how you occupy yourself in a positive manner.”

“Some of the older vampires see it as unseemly that their king is a performer.”

“I have heard the gossip, but those who say it are old-fashioned and trapped in the past. They still believe that rulers are to concern themselves only with power, but your joy in performing onstage radiates from you, my lord.”

Jean-Claude did the head tilt as we both looked at Irene. I asked the question. “When did you see Jean-Claude onstage?”

She blushed and cast her eyes down. “My master feels that the more we know about the people we design our rings for, the better we will please them.”

“Were you there on a night when I was introducing the acts?” he asked.

She kept her eyes down, hands clasped tight, as she said, “You did introduce most of the acts.”

“But I did not introduce myself.”

“No, my lord, one of your charming young men did the honor of introducing you.” She stared studiously at the floor.

“I have only been onstage at Guilty Pleasures once since the engagement was announced. I did not see you in the audience.”

“I stayed near the back, my lord. I was there to observe, not to participate by being one of the audience you interacted with.” She finally gave a quick look up, and then back down.

Jean-Claude had caused a near riot stripping onstage after the engagement hit the media. He’d put together a new act that had more romance at the beginning, but the end was romantic only if you considered “sexy as hell” romantic. I tended to think of it that way, but the human media had been split between headlines stating I was jealous and angry at him for going onstage again, to wondering how long until I might join him onstage. I had done it a few times as the pretend “lady victim” from the audience for some of my lovers, but not lately. One, the customers didn’t like the idea of a plant in the audience who had already had the pleasure of, um, meeting the men for real, and two, the U.S. Marshals Service didn’t think much of one of their officers going onstage at a strip club. Technically I wasn’t stripping, but just helping out the show with a “victim” who wouldn’t make a fuss or pressure the dancers for real sex, but somehow helping out a friend didn’t cover getting up onstage at a strip club. The vampire community thought their king shouldn’t be shaking his booty onstage for a bunch of humans.

“I am an exhibitionist; do you know what that means, Irene?”

She blushed again. We took that as a yes.

“Did you enjoy the show, Irene?” and he added just a touch of power to her name. I felt it thrill down my skin and tug at things low in my body. I watched Irene to see if it affected her that way. She stood very still, and then, very slowly, raised her eyes to stare into his face the way that mice must stare at cats when they are too tired to run anymore and begin to realize just how beautiful the cat is, and how it wouldn’t be a bad way to die.

My voice was very firm as I said, “Stop it.”

“You don’t mind, do you, Irene?” Every word was thick with power.

Irene’s eyes were huge, her face slack, as she nodded.

“It’s what you’ve wanted since you saw me onstage, isn’t it?”

“Since before that, my lord; how can any of us stand near the flame of your beauty and not want to be closer to the heat of it?”

“But I am cold, Irene, not hot. There is no flame here, no light, only the chill of the grave and darkness.”




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