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Louis-Cesare belted Marlowe, and watched him go down. “This isn’t about us!”
“Then what is it about?”
Marlowe staggered back to his feet, and Louis-Cesare hit him again. “I don’t like his face.”
“Oh, that’s mature.”
Purple Hair wandered back over with a drink in her hand, while a dozen of Marlowe’s guys jumped Louis-Cesare, I guess to give the boss a moment. “You broke up?”
“Yeah.”
We watched Louis-Cesare throw off the guards, grab Marlowe, and launch him at a marble column hard enough to crack it. He’d lost his nice blue suit coat, and his shirt was torn, showing off the kind of physique a vampire doesn’t need, but which is still . . . decorative. And his auburn hair had escaped its usual clip, falling around those broad shoulders like he was about to pose for a romance novel cover.
Fabio wished he’d looked that good.
Purple Hair must have thought so, too, because her “Why?” was tinged with disbelief.
“It’s a long story.”
“Then you wouldn’t care if I—”
“I’ll rip your throat out.”
Louis-Cesare, who had been pounding Marlowe into the parquet, looked up. “What did you say?”
“Nothing.”
And then Marlowe’s guys re-formed and charged, all at once.
I looked back at Radu. “Why are you dressed like that? Are you staying here now?”
He nodded. “It has everything I need. Several floors, a nice amount of space for entertaining, and a good number of servants’ rooms. Of course, it needs work.”
He frowned around at the gold and white extravagance, the gleaming parquet floor, and the glittering chandeliers, all three of them.
“You bought it?”
“Yes. I’m staying with Mircea while I get it sorted, but Kit was having a party—”
“So you came up here.”
He nodded.
“And Horatiu?”
“We followed him,” Purple Hair said. “He was serving hors d’oeuvres, but he got lost.”
That sounded about right.
“But then he started screaming his head off for no reason,” she said. Because it would never occur to her that someone like Horatiu could pick up on her intentions. But he had an echo of Mircea’s gifts, like everyone in the clan, and while he might be weak as a kitten, he was brave as a lion. My fist clenched. If they’d hurt him—
“He was going to raise the whole house!” Purple Hair said.
“So you had to shut him up.”
“Trevor said if he was going to scream bloody murder, we should oblige him—”
I felt my fangs drop.
