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“A thrall died a couple of months back,” she said in an undertone. “You don’t want to be the next. They say it was an accident, but we’re not so sure.”
A shock vibrated up my spine. I pulled back. “For real?”
“Smile,” she hissed, and I immediately obeyed.
Pinky nodded at someone behind me. “Mademoiselle Dumas.”
I turned to find a vampire with the face of a 1940s movie star—powder-pale skin, pouty scarlet mouth, deep blue eyes. Her wavy brown hair was parted at the side and brushed forward over one shoulder, and the keyhole neckline of her tight black dress showcased full white breasts.
Dumas looked at me down the length of her narrow nose. “You’re different from his usual, I suppose.”
“His usual?” I dredged up a clueless Lainey-Q expression. Better than punching her in the throat.
“The prince. He usually goes for women. Not someone who dresses like a slutty schoolgirl.”
“You don’t like my clothes?” I ran a hand down my bare abdomen and over the tiny red shorts. “I have to admit,” I added, eyeing her plump white cleavage, “that I don’t have the tits to pull off a dress like that.”
A frown pinched her perfectly plucked brows, like she was trying to decide if I was mocking her.
“I’m Twilight.” I unleashed a thousand-megawatt smile on her and stuck out my hand.
“Clarisse Dumas.” She eyed my hand without taking it.
With a shrug, I brought it back to my side. “Nice to meet you, Clarisse.”
Her nose lifted another notch. “You will call me Enforcer Dumas.” She stalked off, hips swishing in the snug black skirt.
I swallowed a grin and started dancing again.
Lesa danced up. “Ignore her,” she said under her breath. “She’s jealous because the prince picked you up in Quebec and rushed you into a thrall contract.”
“That’s unusual?”
“Hell, yeah. First time he’s ever done it.”
“Huh.”
If only Clarisse knew what had really happened—that Brien had bought me at a blood-slave auction. I watched the curvy vampire over Lesa’s shoulder. She’d taken the hand of a male thrall and was leading him to an empty nook.
I mean, let’s face it, the woman was hot. As a human, I couldn’t compete.
Maybe I should’ve throat-punched her while I had the chance.
“But don’t make too much of it.” Lesa pretended to fix my hair. “First rule of being a thrall is don’t fall in love. You’ll just get your heart broken.”
“Don’t worry,” I said. “I don’t intend to.” But my chest gave a funny little twist.
“Good.” Lesa stepped back and smiled at the dark-skinned, curly-haired vampire approaching us.
“Bon soir,” he said to me.
“Hello,” I said and tensed, but he wasn’t there for me.
Cupping Lesa’s ass with one powerful hand, he jerked her up against his body. “I’ve been looking for you, little one.”
She twined her arms around his neck. “I’ve been right here, gorgeous.”
He scraped his teeth along her throat and her eyelids closed in pleasure. His eyes stayed open though, catching me staring. He licked the scrapes, staring at me boldly.
