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I followed her to a small table near the back of the bar, enjoying the sight of her long red hair hanging down her back and how her hips swished back and forth. Surprisingly, she sat with her back to the room. I had pegged her for someone who would want to see everything. I scooted around her and took a seat.
“So, why do they call you Mistress?”
She spun her glass for a moment, “Alexander was the Master, as his mate, I was known as the Mistress. It stuck after Alex died. Personally, I hate it. I thought Widower would be better.”
“You were married to Alexander?”
She shook her head, her long red hair swung around her shoulders, “No, not married like humans. We were mated. It’s a different bond, a deeper connection.”
“But you took his last name?”
“I did, but only because of my position. I didn’t take my first mates name.”
“You’ve been mated twice?”
She frowned for a moment, “Mated three times, and married once.”
I cocked my head, “Married?”
“Back before I transitioned, I was married to a human man. He was a cop, died in the line of duty.”
“Are all the men you were mated or married to dead?”
Her smile was almost sad, “Yes.”
“I guess that would make you more like a black widow, than a mistress.”
She sipped her drink, staring at me over the top of her glass, “But I didn’t kill them. Rouge vampires killed most of them, not me.”
“Is that why you don’t want to work with us? You have it out for the vampires that killed your mates? You want to take justice into your own hands for losing the love of your life?”
If I hadn’t been staring into her eyes, I might have missed the shift of her eye color. It was rather fascinating. “I can’t say that Alex was the love of my life, or his son, Trent who was my mate before him.”
I laughed, “Wait, you were mated to his son first?”
“Sounds odd, doesn’t it?”
A man approached our table, and I met his watchful gaze. His eyes were darker blue, and his features almost chiseled to perfection. As he stepped around the Mistress, he dismissed me.
“Mom, Lainey said your call would be ready in fifteen minutes.”
“Thanks, Rex. I’ll be up shortly.” The two of them stared at one another and then she nodded almost imperceptibly. The man shot me another look before he stalked off.
“That man is your son? He looks like he is almost my age.”
“If your world, Rex would be forty now.”
I began to cough after I sipped from my glass, “Forty? Heismy age—actually slightly older. How do you have a child that old? You don’t look any older than him.”
“Once we transition, our aging slows down tremendously. Trust me, I’m old enough to have a son your age.”
I looked her up and down. Damn, I had always had a thing for older women, but she was probably had years on my own mother. Although she was far from aged looking. She was striking, without a mar to her complexion, her deep red hair long and wavy, and her body was incredible. I could only imagine what she would look like spread out naked before me.
“Well, don’t mind me saying this, but you look damn good, Mistress.”
She tilted her head to the side, a seductive smile slipping over her lips. “Thank you and call me Kristin.”
“Kristin,” I replied huskily as we stared at one another and I felt the desire spiraling around us.
