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been with some, not nearly as handsome as you, but the signs are easy to recognize. They constantly check themselves out. You know...like in mirrors. Store windows. Anyplace with a reflection.”
His expression cleared. And then he grinned. The rocket within her started spewing sparks. She tightened inner muscles against it.
“I do not have a reflection, lioban. But is it true? You find me thus?”
“Oh, brother. Since you’re fictitious, I can say what I like, right? But don’t push it. I’m not a fan of ego-stroking...but here goes. You have the kind of looks that stop traffic. Your body would shame a Grecian statue. And you’re amazing in the sack, too.”
“The sack?”
“What kind of lingo do they speak here? You don’t know what that means, either?”
He shook his head.
“It means bed. And...any other place you can make love.”
His grin widened. No fangs in sight.
Good.
”Ah. You speak of the act semantwist. And the wonder. I agree. You are also...amazing in the sack.”
He ran his forefinger down her arm, lifting shivers. Leah looked at his finger and then back to his gaze. She’d been right. He had extremely dark, sable brown eyes, the color of his hair. Her heart gave another lurch. This was ridiculous.
“Nice,” she finally replied.
“I must tell you, Leah. It is because you are my weibchan. ”
“Oh. Yeah. Of course it is.”
His finger stopped moving. “You know what that means?”
“Nope.”
“I need to tell you...but I am a bit...hesitant.”
“You? Hesitant?”
He nodded.
“Okay. I can look it up later.”
“Look it up?”
“Oh. Come on. For the love of—! You don’t know what that means either?”
“I am a ninth-century Germanic warlord, lioban . Your tone is an insult. If you were not my weibchan and beloved above measure, there would be consequences.”
He’d gone still. Taut. Every muscle she could feel was rigid. The man looked feral and something else. He looked pretty damned scary. The sparks that had been shooting through her subsided, banked by his change in expression. Leah’s eyes went so wide the air hurt. She blinked some moisture onto them before managing a swallow. Grasped at a straw.
“Come on, Anso. This is just too weird for me. You’re saying you’re what? Twelve hundred years old?”
“I will use your phrase. Yes, and then some,” he replied.
“You are seriously expecting me to believe you’re from the time of – oh! I don’t know? Charlemagne?”
“Yes.”
“Oh, Anso. Please. This is just too much. I mean, I was willing to accept that I’m suffering a hallucination on a grand scale. I was even willing to go Psychotic Delusion! But, no. Just no. You don’t look a day past thirty-five.”
“That is because I am a vampire.”
“Damn it! That was a ground rule! Don’t you obey the slightest thing?”
He lifted his upper lip in something that resembled a snarl, perfectly fitting the impression of bestiality. His look sent heat. All kinds of primitive emotions. She didn’t find it remotely frightening, either. Everything on her body went alert. But damn everything! He had fangs again.
“All right! That’s it. No fangs. That’s a clear violation.”
“Le...ah.”
He broke her name in two like before with a lot of volume. The sound rattled more of the candles and something wooden creaked ominously. Leah pushed his arm and leg aside and sat up. Weird . Her abdomen muscles responded instantly and with a lot more strength than normal.
“Whatever that is supposed to do, it’s broken. Okay? You’ve got a great voice. You know how to project it. All signs of Histrionic Disorder, by-the-way, but I am a little too hyped-up at the moment. Despite an ability that should have you on a stage somewhere, I am not amused. And you can just come out of the threatening stance, too. I don’t allow that kind of thing in my life.”
“I would never hurt you, lioban. ”
He was beside her instantly, breathing with harsh gusts of
His expression cleared. And then he grinned. The rocket within her started spewing sparks. She tightened inner muscles against it.
“I do not have a reflection, lioban. But is it true? You find me thus?”
“Oh, brother. Since you’re fictitious, I can say what I like, right? But don’t push it. I’m not a fan of ego-stroking...but here goes. You have the kind of looks that stop traffic. Your body would shame a Grecian statue. And you’re amazing in the sack, too.”
“The sack?”
“What kind of lingo do they speak here? You don’t know what that means, either?”
He shook his head.
“It means bed. And...any other place you can make love.”
His grin widened. No fangs in sight.
Good.
”Ah. You speak of the act semantwist. And the wonder. I agree. You are also...amazing in the sack.”
He ran his forefinger down her arm, lifting shivers. Leah looked at his finger and then back to his gaze. She’d been right. He had extremely dark, sable brown eyes, the color of his hair. Her heart gave another lurch. This was ridiculous.
“Nice,” she finally replied.
“I must tell you, Leah. It is because you are my weibchan. ”
“Oh. Yeah. Of course it is.”
His finger stopped moving. “You know what that means?”
“Nope.”
“I need to tell you...but I am a bit...hesitant.”
“You? Hesitant?”
He nodded.
“Okay. I can look it up later.”
“Look it up?”
“Oh. Come on. For the love of—! You don’t know what that means either?”
“I am a ninth-century Germanic warlord, lioban . Your tone is an insult. If you were not my weibchan and beloved above measure, there would be consequences.”
He’d gone still. Taut. Every muscle she could feel was rigid. The man looked feral and something else. He looked pretty damned scary. The sparks that had been shooting through her subsided, banked by his change in expression. Leah’s eyes went so wide the air hurt. She blinked some moisture onto them before managing a swallow. Grasped at a straw.
“Come on, Anso. This is just too weird for me. You’re saying you’re what? Twelve hundred years old?”
“I will use your phrase. Yes, and then some,” he replied.
“You are seriously expecting me to believe you’re from the time of – oh! I don’t know? Charlemagne?”
“Yes.”
“Oh, Anso. Please. This is just too much. I mean, I was willing to accept that I’m suffering a hallucination on a grand scale. I was even willing to go Psychotic Delusion! But, no. Just no. You don’t look a day past thirty-five.”
“That is because I am a vampire.”
“Damn it! That was a ground rule! Don’t you obey the slightest thing?”
He lifted his upper lip in something that resembled a snarl, perfectly fitting the impression of bestiality. His look sent heat. All kinds of primitive emotions. She didn’t find it remotely frightening, either. Everything on her body went alert. But damn everything! He had fangs again.
“All right! That’s it. No fangs. That’s a clear violation.”
“Le...ah.”
He broke her name in two like before with a lot of volume. The sound rattled more of the candles and something wooden creaked ominously. Leah pushed his arm and leg aside and sat up. Weird . Her abdomen muscles responded instantly and with a lot more strength than normal.
“Whatever that is supposed to do, it’s broken. Okay? You’ve got a great voice. You know how to project it. All signs of Histrionic Disorder, by-the-way, but I am a little too hyped-up at the moment. Despite an ability that should have you on a stage somewhere, I am not amused. And you can just come out of the threatening stance, too. I don’t allow that kind of thing in my life.”
“I would never hurt you, lioban. ”
He was beside her instantly, breathing with harsh gusts of
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