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“Alexei—”
“I need a computation device and I need it now.”
“What—”
“Send one.”
“Is this about your exile?”
“This is about me, the Prince of Vampires, expressing a need. And you, my eternal servant, fulfilling that need without objection.”
Silence on the other end of the call. And then finally Dimitri spoke. “I can supply any need, Prince, as long as it does not violate the terms of your banishment. So says the King and Queen Of Blood And Damnation.”
I sighed. I’d have to divulge more information than I wished. “It is...in regards to...a woman.”
“What...” Dimitri cleared his throat. “What did you just say, Alexei?”
“A...woman.”
“Oh, blessed are the cursed! It’s happening. It’s finally happening. What sort of woman? Does she please you? Will you choose her? Is she willing?”
“Get me the damn computer.”
“Right away.”
And I hung up on him.
Before I could turn back toward the office, a flurry of shadows enveloped me, leaving a box in my hands. About time someone treated me with some respect. I tucked the new computer under my arm and started on the path back to the file room.
The elevator door had almost closed when Felicity called for me to hold it for her. I pushed the closed button a thousand times, but she still waddled over with just enough to stick her pudge beige ballet flat into the door.
“Oh thank you, Allie, honey.”
“You should try the stairs next time,” I told her.
“Not with these knees. I’m not as young as I used to be. But...” She was holding a box of donuts and waggled her eyebrows. “Did you ask that pretty girl if she’d be your Valentine?”
“No, Martha. I did not. I will not. Not for—”
“A nice card? And some flowers?”
“Flowers? They would wither at the sight of me.”
“Oh. Don’t be so hard on yourself. Though, you would be much more handsome without all those tattoos, you know. And if you maybe cut some of that hair...it’s a lot of hair. So much hair. And it’s so...black—”
“Do not touch my hair, old woman.” I glanced at my knuckles and put a hand on my neck. “And these tattoos were etched with the venom of entombed primordial spiders.”
“It’s a little...dark.”
“Yes. Exactly.”
“Well, girls like pretty things! Flowers. Chocolates. Teddies. Cuddles. Jammies.”
“Jammies?”
“A little matching set with hearts and arrows.”
“I wouldn’t mind arrows. Poison-tipped?”
