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helps out here and stays over sometimes.” Miss
Suzette glanced coyly at Anais who was baffled by the look.
Sophie took the metaphorical wooden spoon from Miss Suzette
and gave the pot a stir too. Lips curved, she embellished, “He’s family to us
too. A pity…if we didn’t think of him as a brother…” She pretended to shake the
put-on dreamy look she’d employed and looked at Anais, subtly winking. Anais’s
blush was the perfect ending to that interlude if Conall’s black look was
anything to go by.
Conall’s scowl deepened. Sylvain linked into his mind, “Con,
get a grip.”
Conall gathered himself and responded, “Anything you have
for us is fine. It would be an honor to sleep in a part of history (and to sink
myself into a woman that has lived that history he thought not realizing that
he’d broadcasted that thought to his friends until he caught their smirks).”
V interjected, subtly providing an explanation for furry
activity. “The slave quarters are pretty close to the wilder part of the land
so don’t het if you hear strange sounds. Crocodiles catching prey in the
Mississippi, owls hooting and other animal sounds. We’ve even heard wolves
howl.”
At their guests, quizzical looks, Anais stated, not batting
an eyelid, “There’s much that is strange in the bayou.”
Chapter 6
Tap. Tap. Tap. The plonk of ceramic on wood next to her on
the bedside stand startled Anais awake as she took in the smell male and beast.
Raulf. She was going to kill him just as soon as she could lift herself!
Anais groaned in her bedroom. The vampire in her knew it was
day despite the complete darkness afforded by the heavy, brocades cream
curtains on the windows. After the night they had, she didn’t draw the curtains
on the antique French walnut four-poster bed. They were more decorative anyway.
She rolled around in the extra-large king-sized bed, relishing the feel of the
300 thread-count sheets; she wanted to bury herself further in the bed.
“Go away Raulf. I’m sleeping” Anais moaned. The darn tingles
she got around him were back; oblivious to the nausea and throbbing headache
she was feeling.
“Ah, cher, you don’t mean that.” She felt the bed move under
his weight as he sat down next to her and took her hand. His skin was as rough
against her hands as the sheets were soft on her skin.
She snatched her hand away irritably. “I had a long night
and I’m tired. Go away. I need to sleep.” She peeked up at him, despite the
dark room, she could see him vividly. It was painful to move a muscle, open her
eyes, so she quickly shut them again and lay still.
Raulf laughed softly but it sounded like canon balls going
off in her room and she winced.
“Sorry. Forgot that your hearing is nearly as sensitive as
mine.” Raulf maintained a steadfast belief that his powers were superior to
those of vampires. “You’re not sleepy.”
“And you’d know because you’re suddenly possessing my body,”
Anais snapped at him.
Raulf grinned, possessing her body was a pleasant thought to
have in the morning. “What you have, Anais, is a hangover. Your first, I
believe. Courtesy of an after-dinner vurricane-fest.”
“Fuck vurricanes. I’m never touching that vile toxin again!”
She cursed the drink as Raulf continued to grin.
“Famous last words. I’ll remind you of them when you have
your next hangover.” Raulf continued attempting to take her hand, which she
continued to pull away.
Anais didn’t think that any over-indulgence in alcohol would
be part of her life in future. It had seemed like a good idea at the time and
they’d all enjoyed a couple, especially when it helped lift the concerns they’d
been carrying around for a moment. Today, it was so not worth it though as the
fog struggled to clear and her head pounded.
“I need sleep.” Anais reiterated and unsuccessfully tried to
kick him off the bed. The movement was painful; every muscle she used seemed to
resonate
Suzette glanced coyly at Anais who was baffled by the look.
Sophie took the metaphorical wooden spoon from Miss Suzette
and gave the pot a stir too. Lips curved, she embellished, “He’s family to us
too. A pity…if we didn’t think of him as a brother…” She pretended to shake the
put-on dreamy look she’d employed and looked at Anais, subtly winking. Anais’s
blush was the perfect ending to that interlude if Conall’s black look was
anything to go by.
Conall’s scowl deepened. Sylvain linked into his mind, “Con,
get a grip.”
Conall gathered himself and responded, “Anything you have
for us is fine. It would be an honor to sleep in a part of history (and to sink
myself into a woman that has lived that history he thought not realizing that
he’d broadcasted that thought to his friends until he caught their smirks).”
V interjected, subtly providing an explanation for furry
activity. “The slave quarters are pretty close to the wilder part of the land
so don’t het if you hear strange sounds. Crocodiles catching prey in the
Mississippi, owls hooting and other animal sounds. We’ve even heard wolves
howl.”
At their guests, quizzical looks, Anais stated, not batting
an eyelid, “There’s much that is strange in the bayou.”
Chapter 6
Tap. Tap. Tap. The plonk of ceramic on wood next to her on
the bedside stand startled Anais awake as she took in the smell male and beast.
Raulf. She was going to kill him just as soon as she could lift herself!
Anais groaned in her bedroom. The vampire in her knew it was
day despite the complete darkness afforded by the heavy, brocades cream
curtains on the windows. After the night they had, she didn’t draw the curtains
on the antique French walnut four-poster bed. They were more decorative anyway.
She rolled around in the extra-large king-sized bed, relishing the feel of the
300 thread-count sheets; she wanted to bury herself further in the bed.
“Go away Raulf. I’m sleeping” Anais moaned. The darn tingles
she got around him were back; oblivious to the nausea and throbbing headache
she was feeling.
“Ah, cher, you don’t mean that.” She felt the bed move under
his weight as he sat down next to her and took her hand. His skin was as rough
against her hands as the sheets were soft on her skin.
She snatched her hand away irritably. “I had a long night
and I’m tired. Go away. I need to sleep.” She peeked up at him, despite the
dark room, she could see him vividly. It was painful to move a muscle, open her
eyes, so she quickly shut them again and lay still.
Raulf laughed softly but it sounded like canon balls going
off in her room and she winced.
“Sorry. Forgot that your hearing is nearly as sensitive as
mine.” Raulf maintained a steadfast belief that his powers were superior to
those of vampires. “You’re not sleepy.”
“And you’d know because you’re suddenly possessing my body,”
Anais snapped at him.
Raulf grinned, possessing her body was a pleasant thought to
have in the morning. “What you have, Anais, is a hangover. Your first, I
believe. Courtesy of an after-dinner vurricane-fest.”
“Fuck vurricanes. I’m never touching that vile toxin again!”
She cursed the drink as Raulf continued to grin.
“Famous last words. I’ll remind you of them when you have
your next hangover.” Raulf continued attempting to take her hand, which she
continued to pull away.
Anais didn’t think that any over-indulgence in alcohol would
be part of her life in future. It had seemed like a good idea at the time and
they’d all enjoyed a couple, especially when it helped lift the concerns they’d
been carrying around for a moment. Today, it was so not worth it though as the
fog struggled to clear and her head pounded.
“I need sleep.” Anais reiterated and unsuccessfully tried to
kick him off the bed. The movement was painful; every muscle she used seemed to
resonate
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