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The bed and breakfast sat on a large, lush plot of land at the end of a long, winding, pebbled driveway. It was a very charming house with a sparkling tiled roof and stonework that made it look like something out of a fairy tale.
It was far too nice for that horny, duplicitous vampire.
“I’m not waiting in the car, in case you were wondering,” I told Thierry as he parked the car.
“I feel that Alicia might sense something off if I met her with a bat perched on my shoulder,” he replied.
“True,” I allowed, as I crawled up to that specific position. Thierry did have very nice, broad, perchable shoulders, I had to admit. I scanned the bed and breakfast, which had a patio to the left, set up with chairs and tables. “That tree by the patio, just put me on a branch, high enough to observe.”
Thierry didn’t argue, which I deeply appreciated, and he lifted me up toward a tree branch, which I grabbed hold of with my creepy little feet.
He cocked his head as I studied him back from upside down. “This still defies belief.”
“And yet, it’s all true.”
“You don’t look or sound anything like yourself, Sarah. And yet, I know it’s still you.”
“Great,” I replied dryly. “So maybe we can work this out, even if I can’t get changed back to my normal self. The gorgeous, immortal master vampire and his tiny, beady-eyed wife, Bat Girl.”
“You’re still a brunette,” he replied.
“This is not the time to learn how to be funny, Thierry,” I said grumpily. “Let’s just stop your evil ex-girlfriend and get the hell out of here before I eat a bug. I’m seriously starving.”
“Thierry…you’re here. Why don’t you join me in my room?” Alicia’s voice made me tense, and Thierry turned in the vampire’s direction.
Showtime.
“Let sit out here on the patio for now,” Thierry said.
She smiled. “If you like.”
And there she was, every bit as lovely as she’d looked in Paris when she’d whispered to her warlock lover to turn me into a bat. I felt adequately shielded by foliage in the tree, but she didn’t even glance in my direction.
Why would she? She likely thought I was still flopping around the City of Lights with no chance of a quick return to Thierry.
Ha! Think again, loser.
They took a seat only a dozen feet from where I was perched. Or where I hung. Hanged. Whatever. Alicia put her bag down next to her.
Damn, I forgot to tell Thierry that the flash drive grimoire was in her handbag. Or at least it had been. Maybe she’d moved it. It looked like a different bag anyway. This was more of a larger tote. Givenchy, by the looks of it.
I’d quickly come to despise Alicia but had to admit the vampire had amazing fashion sense.
The clock in the car had shown that it was already seven o’clock, and the sun was starting to set. Triggered by the growing darkness, a few lamps lit on the patio. No one else was out there, thankfully. Just Miss Moulin Rouge with her gaze trailing all over Thierry’s body.
I guess I had to be slightly thankful that she wanted my husband for his body, not his mind. If it had been both, then I wouldn’t be able to keep my tiny bat claws to myself.
“This reminds me of Paris,” Alicia said. “Sitting outdoors, enjoying the beautiful evening, and the company of a charming man.”
Gag.
“Yes, Paris,” Thierry said wistfully. “I miss it there. Have you visited recently?”
“It’s been a few years, I’m sad to say. But I plan a trip back very soon.” She raised a brow. “Perhaps you could join me.”
“That is certainly possible.” He reached forward and touched the silver locket that hung just outside of her blouse. “This is lovely.”
