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superior to meeting my end in a brothel in downtown New Orleans.”
The cynical observation made the vampire grimace.
“What I’d give to have been changed in a den of iniquity, by the hand of a delicate blossom instead of Declan Balthazar’s corrupt touch.”
The comment caused the other to snarl, his face darkening and the golden color of his sloe-shaped eyes to flash.
“Don’t mention that abomination’s name aloud!”
Amado lowered his head, sensing the censure and the disgust radiating from his compatriot.
“Your history with Balthazar goes further back than mine, does it not, Dominic?”
He glanced upwards, knowing of the secret the vampire held, which even the celebrated author was ignorant.
“More than you can imagine, Gianni,” was the gruff reply, the edge of irritation leaving the other vampire’s smoky tones.
“Tell me,” he began, his curiosity obvious. “How do you manage to shake the nuisance of his haunting presence?”
“I fled Declan’s clutches nearly a century ago.” Dominic Delaneaux shrugged expressively. “However, I had what you didn’t, though.”
“Ah, yes, I imagine you did. I suspect you had the conscience not to dine on the innocent?” Amado’s face became hard. The tarnished shade of his golden eyes flashed accusingly as he ran his fingers through his black hair. “I didn’t have the tutelage of Anthony Vale guiding me in this new world that hungers for the blood of humans. I was left alone, struggling in the streets of a strange town, ripped apart by my damnation.”
Dominic stole a glance at the vampire, wanting to shake his head for the pity he felt, and knowing he couldn’t display the sentiment. Amado would find the emotion an insult, and his rage would be intense.
“Please, change the subject. I don’t care to speak of our joint history with that unsavory being.”
Amado complied, sensing the unease lingering beneath Dominic’s glib command. Lowering his face, he cringed as he felt the all-knowing eyes of his friend slide to the book, the bright gold inscription calling out from the ebon cover. Feigning nonchalance, he shrugged.
“First you accuse me of being narcissistic and negligent, and then you choose to fault me for my reading taste?” He smirked as he counted the accusations, his fingertips tracing the lettering. “I begin to wonder if your wife is making you read too much into a person’s actions, Delano.”
Finally, Dominic’s smile reached his gold-colored eyes, set in a face women found interestingly appealing. He looked intently at the once great actor, marveling at the strange coloring of orbs staring back at him.
“I’ve many faults of my own, Gianni. I suppose, you can charge the newer ones on my wife.” He shrugged indifferently, scanning over the heads of the numerous patrons of the bookstore. “I’m certain Genevieve will be more than pleased to take the blame. Hell, in fact, she might use the information to her benefit!”
Amado’s smile broadened at the mention of the stunning redhead holding a special place in what had been his heart. If she’d existed during his human life, he’d have sought her out, and claimed her for his own. Fate had stepped in, though. Dominic was the victor, and she adored the vampire she called her lover, her life, and her reason behind joining the ranks The Brotherhood.
“She imagines a potential story in daily events, does she not?”
“Genevieve always has, it’s the way she is, as you know.” Dominic sighed, but the action lacked any sign of remorse. Instead, there was a love struck issue in the sound, and Amado found himself full of envy. “If she isn’t dreaming the plot to her latest romance, she’s stuck facing the computer, pounding away for hours on end.”
“Are you complaining?” Amado's brows rose. “If you’re dissatisfied, I can always…”
“You can put a halt to those feelings!” Dominic snarled anew, but the sound contained an undertone of great
The cynical observation made the vampire grimace.
“What I’d give to have been changed in a den of iniquity, by the hand of a delicate blossom instead of Declan Balthazar’s corrupt touch.”
The comment caused the other to snarl, his face darkening and the golden color of his sloe-shaped eyes to flash.
“Don’t mention that abomination’s name aloud!”
Amado lowered his head, sensing the censure and the disgust radiating from his compatriot.
“Your history with Balthazar goes further back than mine, does it not, Dominic?”
He glanced upwards, knowing of the secret the vampire held, which even the celebrated author was ignorant.
“More than you can imagine, Gianni,” was the gruff reply, the edge of irritation leaving the other vampire’s smoky tones.
“Tell me,” he began, his curiosity obvious. “How do you manage to shake the nuisance of his haunting presence?”
“I fled Declan’s clutches nearly a century ago.” Dominic Delaneaux shrugged expressively. “However, I had what you didn’t, though.”
“Ah, yes, I imagine you did. I suspect you had the conscience not to dine on the innocent?” Amado’s face became hard. The tarnished shade of his golden eyes flashed accusingly as he ran his fingers through his black hair. “I didn’t have the tutelage of Anthony Vale guiding me in this new world that hungers for the blood of humans. I was left alone, struggling in the streets of a strange town, ripped apart by my damnation.”
Dominic stole a glance at the vampire, wanting to shake his head for the pity he felt, and knowing he couldn’t display the sentiment. Amado would find the emotion an insult, and his rage would be intense.
“Please, change the subject. I don’t care to speak of our joint history with that unsavory being.”
Amado complied, sensing the unease lingering beneath Dominic’s glib command. Lowering his face, he cringed as he felt the all-knowing eyes of his friend slide to the book, the bright gold inscription calling out from the ebon cover. Feigning nonchalance, he shrugged.
“First you accuse me of being narcissistic and negligent, and then you choose to fault me for my reading taste?” He smirked as he counted the accusations, his fingertips tracing the lettering. “I begin to wonder if your wife is making you read too much into a person’s actions, Delano.”
Finally, Dominic’s smile reached his gold-colored eyes, set in a face women found interestingly appealing. He looked intently at the once great actor, marveling at the strange coloring of orbs staring back at him.
“I’ve many faults of my own, Gianni. I suppose, you can charge the newer ones on my wife.” He shrugged indifferently, scanning over the heads of the numerous patrons of the bookstore. “I’m certain Genevieve will be more than pleased to take the blame. Hell, in fact, she might use the information to her benefit!”
Amado’s smile broadened at the mention of the stunning redhead holding a special place in what had been his heart. If she’d existed during his human life, he’d have sought her out, and claimed her for his own. Fate had stepped in, though. Dominic was the victor, and she adored the vampire she called her lover, her life, and her reason behind joining the ranks The Brotherhood.
“She imagines a potential story in daily events, does she not?”
“Genevieve always has, it’s the way she is, as you know.” Dominic sighed, but the action lacked any sign of remorse. Instead, there was a love struck issue in the sound, and Amado found himself full of envy. “If she isn’t dreaming the plot to her latest romance, she’s stuck facing the computer, pounding away for hours on end.”
“Are you complaining?” Amado's brows rose. “If you’re dissatisfied, I can always…”
“You can put a halt to those feelings!” Dominic snarled anew, but the sound contained an undertone of great
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