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not do you justice.”
    I cocked my head towards Robert. “Didn’t do me justice, you say?”
    Robert chuckled. “Oh, Leopold. Not even here for five minutes and you’re already getting me into trouble.”
    “What can I say?” Leopold twinkled. “Old habits die hard.”
    “Why don’t you two go settle in and catch up?” I suggested. “I’ll grab us some drinks.”
    They did as I directed and soon I could hear the two of them cackling all the way from the kitchen. I smiled. Though he denied it, Robert had started feeling down after the novelty of being a human (again) had worn off. It hadn’t taken long. The unveiling of Raquel’s journal hadn’t helped, either. Robert was frightened, I could tell, and his major source of anxiety was the possibility of being stuck a mortal. I sure hoped Leopold could offer up a solution. I was worried for Robert.
    When I joined Robert and Leopold on the sofa, I noticed Robert wiping tears from underneath his eyes. “Want to let me in on the joke?” I said.
    “Mercy, I’m afraid that would take all evening,” Leopold explained, which had the two men in hysterics again. I laughed, too, just to feel included in the fun.
    “I was telling Leopold how pretty Shelia is,” Robert said.
    “And he was also reminding me to keep the compliments to a minimum when she comes around. For whatever reason, Robert has convinced himself that I’m a ladies man.”
    “Right,” Robert scoffed. “Every time I talk to you, you’re dating a new woman! Or, should I say, women . Last time it was . . . Who was it? I remember, it was that crazy French model, Josephine. Whatever happened to her?”
    Leopold shrugged. “Do the terms ‘model’ and ‘crazy’ not provide enough explanation? And Josephine happened ages ago—”
    “It was a couple weeks ago!”
    “—long before Emma and then Michelle . . . and Vivian.”
    “There you have it,” Robert said smugly. “I rest my case.”
    “So, you think Shelia’s pretty, eh?” I questioned Robert with mock jealousy.
    Robert curled his strong arms around my waist and pulled me to him. I pretended to put up a fight. “But she’s not as pretty as you, my beautiful cherub.”
    I pursed my lips. “Mm-hmm.”
    Leopold cackled. “You’ve got yourself a spitfire, don’t you, old boy?”
    Robert sighed. “You have no idea.”
    “Don’t worry, Mercy, Robert only has eyes for you.”
    I made a fist and shook it in the air. “Oh, he’d better.”
    The doorbell rang, halting our chuckles.
    Robert grimaced like his fingers were jammed in a mousetrap. “Speak of the devil,” he said, getting up to answer the door.
    “Let’s hope Shelia’s news is positive,” Leopold muttered to me after Robert was out of earshot.
    “Do you think it will be?”
    “Mercy, your guess is as good as mine. The only thing we can do is hope for the best.”
    “And be supportive of Robert, no matter what the outcome,” I responded quietly.
    “Yes, my dear.” Leopold patted my knee. “That too.”
    The look on Shelia’s face made it evident that she hadn’t come bearing happy news. She took a seat next to Leopold and then waited for Robert to settle in, running her fingers through her wavy yellow blond bob. The shade was a striking contrast against her ebony skin, but the style was still professional enough for a mortician. It was a drastic style change from earlier; it had been long, straight, and light brown when she’d come over to take the blood samples. I wanted to ask if her hair before had been real or extensions but I thought the question was rude, like asking a woman for her age or if she pads her bra. Also, poor Robert was terrified. It would have been a tad insensitive to yap about hairstyles.
    Robert seized my hand. I smiled my greatest It will be fine smile at him.
    Getting right down to business, Shelia pulled a file out from underneath her arm and opened it across her lap. Shelia should have been accustomed to dealing with vampires by now,