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I laughed and tossed myself onto his bed, lacing my hands behind my head. “You could pass notes? I'm sure she could decipher your chicken scratch if you were determined enough.”
Allister snorted. “Easy for you to say, you don't have to speak to women to get them to fall for you.” He nodded his head toward me.
“We're twins, dumbass. Any advantage I have in looks, you have as well.” I leaned up on my elbows and stared at him. It was like looking at a mirror sometimes with our features were so exactly the same. However, years of comparing ourselves has made it easy to find our differences.
Where Allister had dimples in his cheeks, I had only the single one on the left side. My chin pointed a bit sharper compared to my brothers, and if I do say so myself, I had the bigger cock.
The subtle differences between us didn't stop there either. Even as children, before we became vampires, we had different tastes in everything from music to women. The fact that we both were interested in the maid was pure luck.
Or maybe it was our competitive nature? It was that competitive nature that had made us choose to be vampires in the first place. We were constantly trying to outdo the other. So, when we were busy showing off our strength and charm to the ladies of the seventeen-fifties, our sire found us.
He told us, “I am in need of a new companion, but I cannot bear to break up such a perfect set.” And the rest was history. I doubted our parents ever expected us to live for as long as we did. They always thought we'd end up dying from some stupid dare or another.
“Do you ever think about our parents?” Allister asked out of the blue. It was freaky when he did that, like our minds were in tune with one another.
“I just was actually.”
Allister clucked his tongue. “I wonder sometimes. If we hadn't been made into vampires, would we have lived much longer?”
I chortled. “I doubt it. You'd have dared me to jump of a bridge and—”
“Knowing you, you'd be stupid enough to do it.” Allister smirked at me, then turned back to his book flipping through the pages.
Jumping off the bed, I smacked him on the back of the head. “Then you're even more of an idiot because you'd follow after me just to show you weren't a coward.”
Laughing with me, Allister thunked his book down and collapsed back into his chair. “So, what did dear old Antoine want now? Did he give you a right talking to for playing with the maid?”
I leaned against his desk, not bothering to ask how he knew. “Pfft. Antoine has a stick so far up his ass, he'll need surgical assistance removing it.”
“I think he just needs to get laid.”
Pursing my lips, I thought about it. When was the last time I'd seen Antoine happy? It's been at least a decade or two. “He hasn't gotten any since that orgy in Prague.”
Allister frowned. “It's been that long? No wonder he's wound so tight. Maybe Marcus should help him out a bit more than just being his lap dog.”
Shaking my head, I shifted on the desk. “I don't think things have been that way between them for a while. Not since...” I trailed off, trying to think of when I'd last seen them touchy feely around each other.
“Dallas, I'm pretty sure,” Allister answered for me.
“Really? That was fifty years ago. Surely they've bumped uglies between now and then?”
Allister shrugged. “I don't know. I make it a point to not be in either of their bedrooms. I prefer the company of women only.”
“Thank fuck for that.” Allister and I shared a laugh, before I paused with a thought. “Do you think this new maid would be against having brothers? Twins, specifically?”
Arching a brow, Allister asked, “Is this your way of saying you want to double team her?”
“Hey,” I smirked, giving him a wink. “It can't hurt our odds.”
