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to gulp down the bile rising in her throat.
“Then, look at me.”
“There’s a problem with me doing as you ask.” Meghan’s response was mockingly sweet.
“What problem?”
“If you haven’t been able to figure it out yourself, I’m blind!”
“For once, count your lack of vision as a blessing, dolce mia .” He whispered ominously, the fleeting sensation of his knuckles brushing against her cheek.
Chapter Four
“I see you’re still as narcissistic as ever.”
The familiar voice startled him, as did the hand on his shoulder. Guiltily, Amado slammed shut the hardback he was reading, his brows pulling low. His finger remained positioned between the pages he was glancing at before the interruption, his intent to return obvious.
Exasperated, his gaze fell to the man at his side. He assumed it was useless to hide the title, The Great Lovers of Silent Hollywood emblazoned on the cover. He raised a brow and his expression changed to one of marked irritation.
Instead of fueling the expected reaction from the individual interrupting him, the man laughed. His gaze flicked over the vampire, and a teasing smile glowed in the orbs. There wasn’t much Amado Gianni could do to cause his friend for the last half century to walk away and leave him in peace. Although, Dominic Delaneaux knew the vampire wouldn’t demand his space, not if he’d made it a point to attend his wife’s book signing.
He lowered his hand, the action methodically slow as he peered at him, expecting a response.
“I despise it when you appear out of nowhere.” Amado muttered.
“I didn’t.” The interloper protested with a stifled chuckle. “You know I’ve been here the entire time, or you wouldn’t have come. You loathe crowds, as much as I do.”
“I trust, someday, you’ll learn it’s not wise to sneak up on me?” He questioned tersely.
“Do you ever think, maybe, I torment you on purpose?” The man countered with a smirk, but his thoughts drifted as he scanned the classically handsome features. Dominic could distinguish the pain radiating from his extraordinarily mottled eyes, coupled with an underlying rage that could explode without a moment’s notice. Fragility was an illusion and, although Amado appearing almost breakable in his handsomeness, he understood how lethal the younger vampire could be.
“I have one…associate that finds it amusing to torture me in that fashion.” Amado retorted sourly. “I don’t need the only person I consider a friend doing the same.”
“You should know by now to keep your ears and eyes open, Amado. Someone of our predisposition can’t afford...”
“Perhaps I want to end my so-called existence.” Amado growled sincerely.
The man shrugged, unconcerned by the sullenness he detected in the vampire’s retort.
“So, instead, you hang out at brick and mortar bookstores?” There was a hint of apparent sarcasm lacing the comment. “Do you believe you’ll meet your end surrounded by lovelorn romances and the latest best-selling thrillers? Do you believe one of these avid readers will drop their coffee and leap for you, stake in hand?”
Amado granted him a complacent glance bordering on extreme boredom.
“Could I not wish?”
“You can’t be serious!” Taken aback, Dominic’s expression reflected his amazement.
Amado frowned, the inky darkness of his brows drawing over his sultry orbs. To Dominic, the vampire exuded an age-old charm, exemplified as he lifted a well-manicured finger to his throat and straightened the collar of his shirt.
“My change wasn’t in the most exotic of locations.” He shrugged and looked around the vast room, eyeing the numerous book-lined shelves and patrons. “Why could I encounter the devil in a place more entertaining than the crumbling VanderLyn Hotel?”
The man grunted.
“The VanderLyn was all the rage in your day, a virtual palace as hotels were concerned. I find being transformed among the art and fine champagne, far
“Then, look at me.”
“There’s a problem with me doing as you ask.” Meghan’s response was mockingly sweet.
“What problem?”
“If you haven’t been able to figure it out yourself, I’m blind!”
“For once, count your lack of vision as a blessing, dolce mia .” He whispered ominously, the fleeting sensation of his knuckles brushing against her cheek.
Chapter Four
“I see you’re still as narcissistic as ever.”
The familiar voice startled him, as did the hand on his shoulder. Guiltily, Amado slammed shut the hardback he was reading, his brows pulling low. His finger remained positioned between the pages he was glancing at before the interruption, his intent to return obvious.
Exasperated, his gaze fell to the man at his side. He assumed it was useless to hide the title, The Great Lovers of Silent Hollywood emblazoned on the cover. He raised a brow and his expression changed to one of marked irritation.
Instead of fueling the expected reaction from the individual interrupting him, the man laughed. His gaze flicked over the vampire, and a teasing smile glowed in the orbs. There wasn’t much Amado Gianni could do to cause his friend for the last half century to walk away and leave him in peace. Although, Dominic Delaneaux knew the vampire wouldn’t demand his space, not if he’d made it a point to attend his wife’s book signing.
He lowered his hand, the action methodically slow as he peered at him, expecting a response.
“I despise it when you appear out of nowhere.” Amado muttered.
“I didn’t.” The interloper protested with a stifled chuckle. “You know I’ve been here the entire time, or you wouldn’t have come. You loathe crowds, as much as I do.”
“I trust, someday, you’ll learn it’s not wise to sneak up on me?” He questioned tersely.
“Do you ever think, maybe, I torment you on purpose?” The man countered with a smirk, but his thoughts drifted as he scanned the classically handsome features. Dominic could distinguish the pain radiating from his extraordinarily mottled eyes, coupled with an underlying rage that could explode without a moment’s notice. Fragility was an illusion and, although Amado appearing almost breakable in his handsomeness, he understood how lethal the younger vampire could be.
“I have one…associate that finds it amusing to torture me in that fashion.” Amado retorted sourly. “I don’t need the only person I consider a friend doing the same.”
“You should know by now to keep your ears and eyes open, Amado. Someone of our predisposition can’t afford...”
“Perhaps I want to end my so-called existence.” Amado growled sincerely.
The man shrugged, unconcerned by the sullenness he detected in the vampire’s retort.
“So, instead, you hang out at brick and mortar bookstores?” There was a hint of apparent sarcasm lacing the comment. “Do you believe you’ll meet your end surrounded by lovelorn romances and the latest best-selling thrillers? Do you believe one of these avid readers will drop their coffee and leap for you, stake in hand?”
Amado granted him a complacent glance bordering on extreme boredom.
“Could I not wish?”
“You can’t be serious!” Taken aback, Dominic’s expression reflected his amazement.
Amado frowned, the inky darkness of his brows drawing over his sultry orbs. To Dominic, the vampire exuded an age-old charm, exemplified as he lifted a well-manicured finger to his throat and straightened the collar of his shirt.
“My change wasn’t in the most exotic of locations.” He shrugged and looked around the vast room, eyeing the numerous book-lined shelves and patrons. “Why could I encounter the devil in a place more entertaining than the crumbling VanderLyn Hotel?”
The man grunted.
“The VanderLyn was all the rage in your day, a virtual palace as hotels were concerned. I find being transformed among the art and fine champagne, far
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