The Dark's Mistress (The Saint-Pierres)

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have cut it.  Though her heeled boots gave her little trouble, and in fact, she hooked the heels in the iron crevices for good hold.
    Gasping with elation, she met Johnny’s high-five with a loud smack.
    “Think you can make it to the top?”  His eyes twinkled with a challenge no female could resist.  Because it was so much more than a dare to race to the top—he’d invited her into his heart.
    Leaning out into the sky, Kam grabbed the outer side of the tower, swung her body around, and started upward.  The iron was rough and in some places sharp in her grasp but she didn’t care or take notice as she soared higher and higher.
    Johnny moved beyond her, and then he slowed, and she was able to bypass him.  He was letting her win.  Not fair!  And oh, what a sweetie.  She caught his switchblade smile as she glided past him, and thought she’d not seen a more appealing expression on a man ever.  Happy to let her win. 
    They reached the second level and didn’t stop, heading straight up the last and longest stretch toward the top of the tower.               The upper portion served as a communications platform and was riddled with satellite dishes and radio antennas.  Kam navigated around them to climb to the topmost platform.  Once there, she held out her hand and Johnny took it, but didn’t use her strength to lever himself up because he could do it himself.  He was allowing her the illusion of her assistance. 
    He settled next to her on a small steel platform.  Thrusting up his fist, he shouted, “Yeah!”
    Kam wrapped her arms across her chest and closed her eyes.  The breeze swayed her body and swirled in her hair.  Felt ominous and so far away from her reality down below.  “It feels…”  Safe, was the first word that came to mind. 
    Johnny hugged an arm across her shoulders.  “It’s beautiful up here.  Wow!  Look at the river.  It’s lined with faery lights.”
    The buildings that edged the river flashed light across the Seine and it did look like something magical, even faery-like.  Seeing it through Johnny’s eyes gave her a new perspective on the city.  It wasn’t so dark and mean as she’d come to know it.
    “Wouldn’t it be cool to record a music video while singing from up here?”  His enthusiasm rippled into her pores as if a warm summer breeze.  “Here’s to rock n’ roll!”
    “Long live rock n’ roll!”
    “You know, if you hang around me long enough, you’ll learn all my musical tastes.”
    “Not all heavy metal and goth?”
    “I have to admit, it’s not.  I grew up listening to Johnny Cash and Lynyrd Skynyrd.  Weird, eh?”
    “Not at all.  Music, no matter the style, is life.  But let me guess.  Is Johnny Cash your namesake?”
    He chuckled.  “Yeah, my dad has a thing for him.  Good ole dad.  Always walking around, singing about ghostriders in the sky and a boy named Sue.  Surprised I became a musician?”
    “I suppose not.  I’ll confess to a few boy bands and an abiding love for Adam Ant.”
    “Hey, ant music for sex people, sex music for ant people!”
    That he knew the slogan for the 80s pop star was incredible and silly, and too cool.  The guy had some geeky musical passions, as did she.  That made him more appealing by the second.  Not that he needed the added appeal.
    The tickle of skin against skin pulled Kam’s attention toward him.  Johnny traced a finger along the butterfly tattooed on her shoulder. 
    “I used to envy the mortals,” he said.
    “Why?”

    “Mortals always want to be like us.  And now here’s where you picture me with fake plastic fangs and a lisp: I vant to suck blood and have fangs.  That would be so vitchin ’.”
    She laughed at his impersonation of a mortal with aspirations to become vampire.
    He made show of tugging out the invisible fangs from his mouth and flicking them away into the sky.  “But I’m always like ‘You mortals are so lucky.  You get to eat food and sit in

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