Sex and the Single Vampire

by Katie MacAlister

Chapter Six

 

  "I know there's nothing she can eat, but I feel terribly rude not even offering her a cup of tea," Joy said a few minutes later, after we had survived the introductions. Raphael, on his way out to do some work with the security firm he owned, looked more than a bit startled, but all in all, everyone took Esme's presence pretty well.

  Roxy was in seventh heaven, sitting next to Esme on the couch, grilling her as to what life after death meant. Esme had met her match in Roxy - for every morsel of helpful advice that was offered ("Petite women should never wear horizontal stripes; it makes you look like a munchkin"), Roxy parried with yet another pointed question about the afterlife.

  "What was the first moment you knew you were dead? How come you look like you did shortly before you died, rather than at the moment of death? I mean, if you burned to death, shouldn't you be all smoldering, blackened flesh and gooky stuff? Did you see a light at the end of a tunnel? And what's the deal with angels - are they real, or is it all just a bunch of hooey?"

  I turned away from Roxy and Esme and made an apologetic face at Joy. "I'm really sorry about this. I realize you thought you were just getting me when you invited me to tea. If Esme makes you uncomfortable, I'll just turn another bobble into a keeper and tuck her away. "

  Joy, sitting with her hands resting on her ample stomach, eyed my sweater. "You keep your ghosts in sweater bobbles?"

  "Sometimes," I said cautiously. "But really only in cases of emergency. Not to change the subject, but could you tell me what this step business is that you and Roxy mentioned last night? I meant to ask Christian about it, but what with him making snide comments at me, and then there was Esme and the two of them ganged up on me. . . well, it just kind of got pushed aside. "

  Joy's mouth hung open for a minute before she snapped it shut. "I have no idea what you're talking about, but I'm sure it's going to make a fascinating tale. The steps, oh. . . " She looked over at Roxy, who was sweeping her hands through Esme's midsection, much to the latter's delight. "Well, the steps are part of the Joining. Do you know anything at all about Moravians?"

  "Other than that they are not quite vampires, no. "

  Joy leaned toward me a little. "You know, you really should read Christian's books. Much of what he writes about is actual Dark One lore, although, of course, he presents it as fiction. I will be happy to lend you my copies. "

  I gnawed on my lower lip. "I'm not really much of one for romances," I said carefully.

  She smiled, her eyes dancing with inner laughter. "Trust me, you'll like these. And anything you don't understand, you can ask Christian about. Now, the steps. . . we were talking about that. Let's see. . . well, each Dark One is born having one true love, his Beloved. That's Beloved with a capital B, by the way. Anyhoodles, a Dark One's Beloved is his soul mate, the woman who was born to redeem his soul and balance his life. We had thought that there was only one Beloved for each Dark One, but. . . "

  She looked uncomfortable. I couldn't tell if the baby was dancing on her bladder, or if it was something she was about to say, but I suspected the latter.

  "It's really not important in the least. I don't want you thinking that it is, because it isn't, not truly. "

  I blinked. "Okay. "

  "And I don't want you thinking that there's anything between Christian and me, because I love Raphael more than anything on this earth, and I always will. Christian was just a little confused about me for a short while, and took things a bit hard, but in the end it all worked out well, even though Raphael did get fired, and he does have a scar, but at least the tattoo is safe, so that's good. "

  I opened my mouth to say something, then thought better of it.

  "But I did promise Christian, you see. I swore to him that I'd help him find his Beloved, and then Roxy had this crazy idea about writing a book to draw her out, and I knew that wouldn't work, but I thought if Christian did a book tour to a number of countries, that might stand a fair chance of working, and Roxy came over just for the book signing because she said Miranda - that's a Wiccan friend of ours - Miranda said the goddess told her that Rox was needed in London. And it worked, because here you are!"

  Finally, something I could understand. "Wait a minute, if you're talking about my being Christian's main squeeze, I have to correct that misimpression. I talked to him about this last night, and he himself told me that I wasn't his Beloved. He said he would break the news to you. " I took in her crestfallen expression and gentled my words. "I see that he didn't bother to do that. "

  "I haven't seen Christian since he saw us home after the book signing," Joy said, pinching worriedly at a ginger cookie. She frowned for a minute; then her face cleared. "No, he's wrong, that's all. "

  "Who's wrong?" Roxy asked as she scooted forward to snag a handful of cookies.

  "Christian. He told Allie she wasn't his Beloved. "

  "Oh, is that all. Sure, he's wrong. He was wrong about you being his Beloved; makes sense he'd be wrong about her, too. Poor man is a bit stunted in the Beloved-recognition department," she told Esme in a confidential tone of voice.

  "Really? And he seemed so nice. "

  "Wait a minute. " I held up my hand, feeling like the conversation was getting beyond my control. "Can we back up a minute? Christian thought you were his Beloved? Is that what all that 'I don't want you to think it's important' business was about?"

  Everyone started talking at the same time, Roxy to tell me that although Christian was a pussycat and she loved him dearly (in a purely platonic way, since she had a husband she adored, he was still a man, and everyone knew men were idiots, Esme to inform me that girdles worked wonders where nothing else could; and Joy to add that Christian had been just a little confused, but that was all straightened out now.

  I let them all talk, sitting back and closing my ears to the noise while I mulled it over.

  Christian had thought Joy was his Beloved. She clearly was in love with the big man named Raphael, but just as clearly Christian was a very dear friend of hers. I suspected from the warmth that lit the edges of his eyes when he spoke of her that the feeling was returned.

  The question was, did his feelings for her go beyond those of a close friend? Was he hiding a broken heart behind a fa?ade of friendship? Or worse, was he on the rebound, willing to cling to any warm body to ease the pain of his unrequited love? I didn't know enough about the Dark Ones to know just how this whole Beloved thing worked, but I gathered that it was a pretty serious matter, and Christian thinking Joy was the woman meant to redeem his soul had to mean he had some pretty strong feelings for her.

  That said, why did that thought bother me so much?

  "Okay, enough, I get the idea," I said, trying to bring some order to the chaos around me. "Now maybe one of you can explain these steps. What exactly is a Joining? I don't think I've ever heard of that. "

  Joy looked worried, and absentmindedly ate six cookies. "The steps are steps to Joining. A Dark One Joins with his Beloved - that is, they have to complete the seven steps, and then they are Joined. "

  I had a horrible suspicion I knew what she was driving at. "You're talking about sex, right?"

  Joy choked on her cookie. Roxy reached over and pounded on her back a few times until Joy stopped sputtering and coughing.

  "If you wouldn't be such a pig, you wouldn't have this problem. Sex is the fifth step, but the others don't have anything to do with it," Roxy said. "Well, the third step does, but that's just kissing, so I don't count that. "

  I rubbed a weary hand over my forehead. I felt more than a little like Alice in the company of people who spoke only in riddles. "What exactly are the steps? Maybe if I know what they are, I'll understand this Joining better. "

  "Oh, that's easy," Roxy answered, counting off her fingers. "First step: the Dark One marks his Beloved. I assume Christian's already done that with you, yes?"

  I gnawed on my lip. "Marked how?"

  "Have you had any visions recently?" Joy asked. "A
ny times when you felt as if your mind had merged with Christian's?"

  I smiled a grim little smile. "No one gets into my mind without my permission. Guarding my mind from others was the first thing I learned. "

  "Really?" Joy looked at Roxy. Roxy looked back at Joy. Esme looked at her cat. Mr. Woogums licked his butt. "Well, I don't know what to say in that case. With me, everything Christian felt and saw, I felt and saw. And. . . er. . . likewise. "

  I felt a stab of something that bore a remarkable resemblance to jealousy. I squelched the feeling immediately. I was not jealous of Joy. Christian did not mean anything to me. "I did have a dream about him. Dreams are often the only way to get to someone with a strongly guarded mind. We ward ourselves as best we can before we go to sleep, but there's a certain lack of control when you're sleeping. " Which was one of the reasons I seldom slept at night. Nighttime was traditionally the domain of those creatures who sought control over Summoners' minds.

  "A dream? An erotic dream, you mean?" Roxy asked.

  I laughed. "Hardly. He was covered in blood and had a hundred cuts all over his body. I thought he was a tortured spirit when I first saw him. "

  "You saw him?" I nodded to Joy. "Oh, well, then, that definitely is a marking, wouldn't you say?"

  "Definitely," Esme answered for Roxy, nodding her head vigorously. Her little sausage curls bounced around as she beamed a happy smile at all of us.

  "The second step is protection from afar," Joy said.

  "And we saw that well enough last night," Roxy added.

  I made a noncommittal face. Two out of seven was statistically still a coincidence. I'd seen much stranger things.

  "The third step's the good one - exchange of bodily fluids. "

  "Ew!"

  "It sounds gross, but it's not," Roxy reassured me. "Really, it just means kissing. You know. " She tipped her head toward Esme. "Enchfray issingkay. "

  "My third husband was very good with his tongue," Esme told her. "He could tie a cherry stem into a knot. "

  There just wasn't much any of us could say to that.

  "The fourth step," Joy said as she rested a teacup on her belly, "is when the Dark One entrusts the heroine with his life by giving her the means to destroy him. "

  "Hey, wait a minute, I want to find out if Allie and Christian have been doing the tongue waltz. "

  "Roxy! That's none of your business!"

  "Look, sister, I flew all the way over here just to help you help Christian, leaving my darling husband to fend for himself for seven whole nights. It is too my business. So. . . " She turned to me. "Have you guys locked lips or not?"

  "I. . . I. . . "

  "She's blushing," Esme said to Roxy. "I would hazard a guess that is a yes. And after what I saw of Christian last night - such a nice boy, even if he is a Dark One - I can't blame her. If I were thirty years younger, I might try taking him away from her. "

  There's nothing so annoying as a ghost who exudes coyness.

  "The fifth step," Joy said firmly, giving her friend a stern look, "is the second exchange. "

  "Bet you can't guess what that means. " Roxy sniggered.

  "Stop it, Rox; you're being obnoxious. You don't have to embarrass Allie. The sixth step is where the Dark One seeks his Beloved's assistance to overcome his darker self, and the final step, the one that redeems his soul and ends his torment is the final exchange - a blood exchange - after which the Beloved offers herself as a sacrifice so that he might live. "

  "Don't worry; Christian won't actually let you sacrifice yourself. You just have to make the effort. That's what Joy did, anyway, and it worked. "

  I stifled the little voice inside me that said I'd heard just about enough of Joy and Christian's relationship for one day. "It all sounds rather. . . oh, I don't know, epic somehow. "

  "It is in a way, isn't it?" Joy agreed. "There is a strong element of selflessness and absolute love to the whole thing that makes it seem like one of those lengthy medieval romantic poems, but I can assure you that it is a very serious matter to Christian. He is, for lack of a better word, wounded, and can't be healed until his Beloved agrees to save him. "

  "Ah. Well, that's fascinating, but I have to say, all this drives home the point that Christian is absolutely right. I'm not the epic story type. I'm not Beloved material. I'm a Summoner, pure and simple, and any. . . er. . . feelings of a warmer nature - which I don't have - are purely coincidental. "

  "Uh-huh. No warm feelings, eh? Is that why you blushed so hard over the kissing question?"

  "Roxy, stop teasing her. " Joy looked at me with a puzzled frown. "Perhaps we're wrong. Perhaps you really aren't Christian's Beloved, although I could have sworn. . . Well, it doesn't matter. If you are, you'll find a way to work things out, and if you aren't, we'll simply keep looking for the woman who'll save him. "

  Something twinged deep within me. I ignored it just as I ignored all of the rest of the strange things my mind was trying to tell me. "Would you mind if I asked why you're so involved in finding this Beloved person? I mean, isn't Christian really the best person to do that?"

  "Yes," came a familiar, deep, beautifully resonant voice from the door behind me. I didn't bother turning around to look at him; I was too busy telling my body it was not going to leap up out of the chair and throw itself into his arms.

  "Christian," Joy cried in delight. She peered over her shoulder at the window. "Is it dark so soon?"

  "Not quite; there are another twelve minutes until sunset," he answered, setting a black fedora, black silk scarf, and ankle-length black coat on a table before advancing into the room. "Good evening, ladies. Joy, you look glowing as ever. Roxy, I see the fine hand of your husband in that lovely gown. Please tell him again what exquisite fashion taste he has. Esme, what an unexpected delight. You are charm personified. "

  He turned to look at me. I crossed my arms over my chest and waited. He took his time letting his gaze travel down from my hair - pulled back in a scrunchy - to my rose-trellis sweater with the yarn bobbles, and farther down to my jeans, which I suddenly realized had a big old mud splash on the ankle. I tried to cross the clean leg in front of it before he saw, but I could tell by the sweep of his eyebrow as it swooped up his forehead that he'd seen anyway, drat it all.

  "Allegra, that is a very pretty, very feminine sweater. Dare I hope you wore it on my account?"

  "No, you dare not. I wore it because it had bobbles that it turned out I needed today. You had nothing to do with it. "

  "Put in my place, and very handily, too," he said with a smile that melted every single one of my traitorous internal organs.

  "Christian, I don't understand. How can you be out if the sun hasn't set?" Joy was back to looking worried again.

  He glanced at me, then seated himself in the chair next to hers. "I awoke early. After I dined - "

  "He keeps a whole ton of servants in his London house just so he can feed off them," Roxy leaned forward to whisper to me. She must have seen the horrified look on my face, because she quickly added, "Oh, he wipes their memories clean, so they don't remember a thing about it. They don't suffer at all. "

  " - I decided I would accept your kind invitation as Allegra and I have plans for the evening. I assure you I was well protected against the elements for those few seconds I was exposed to sunlight. " His gaze dropped to my jeans. Unwittingly I brushed at my legs, then stopped when I realized what I was doing.

  "If you keep cocking your eyebrow like that, one day it's going to freeze in that position," I snapped. "You needn't look at me as if I'm a reject from the ragpicking farm. I don't have any girl clothes with me, so if jeans and a bobble rose-trellis sweater don't meet your exacting standards, I'll be happy to go sit in St. Paul's Cathedral and see if I can't Summon Sir Christopher Wren. "

  "Really?" Roxy asked. "You can do that? Cool!"

  "I was joking," I said.

  "Oh, you poor thing, of course you don't have any nice dresses with you. I forgot that you're j
ust visiting, and unlike some people I can name" - Joy thinned her lips at Roxy - "I bet you don't travel with a metric ton worth of luggage. I'd be happy to let you borrow one of my dresses, but I'm sure they're much too large for you. Roxy?"

  Roxy eyed me. "I think she's too big for anything I have. "

  My cheeks flared up at the implication. "No, please, it's not that I didn't have room in my bag for any dresses; I just don't own any. "

  "It's true, I've seen what's in her wardrobe. Nothing but blue jeans and those dreadful shapeless athletic trousers. I've tried to tell her the importance of a proper lady's wardrobe, but she became very snappish with me. Why, the state of her undergarments alone would drive off any man of taste. " Esme suddenly realized who was sitting next to her and smiled a barracuda smile at Christian.

  His eyes did an amazing little twinkling thing that pooled heat deep inside me.

  I slumped my shoulders in defeat. When my bras and undies became the topic of polite conversation, I knew it was time to go book myself a room in the Old Summoner's Home.

  "Gotcha," Roxy said. "I understand completely. The only reason I wear dresses is because Richard - that's my husband; he's a doll - likes me in them. But if I had my druthers, I'd be just like you, slouching around in comfy old clothes and not caring how bad anyone thinks I look. "

  "I just can't take you anywhere, can I?" Joy asked as she threw a muffin at Roxy. "Apologize, you idiot!"

  "For what?"

  "Nothing. It doesn't matter. If you don't mind, I think I'll be taking Esme and Mr. Woogums home now. " I looked at Christian and gave him a toothy smile. "I have a pair of black wool pants, if that will soothe your delicate sensibilities. They're the dressiest thing I brought. "

  He rose when I did. "I will be happy to escort you to your hotel, and thence to a restaurant for a little dinner before we got to the theater. "

  "Oooh, dinner and a show! How come you never take us to dinner and a show?"

  He smiled at Roxy. "I would spend the entire evening fending off the hordes of your admirers. "

  She fanned herself and grinned back at him. "You gotta love all that suave debonairness!"

  I decided not to comment on that. "I'm quite capable of returning to my hotel by myself. "

  "I have no doubt that you are. I will feel more comfortable, however, if I were to see you safely there before we leave for the evening. "

  "We would be delighted to have your company," Esme told him as she stood and adjusted the tie on her bathrobe. "A gentleman's protection can never be undesirable. "

  I snorted. "Regardless, I will survive without his attendance. "

  "I insist on accompanying you. "

  "You can stuff your insistence where the sun doesn't shine," I said sweetly.

  Esme gasped. "Allie! A lady never refers to a gentleman's rectal area, no matter how provoked she might be!"

  Christian turned to Joy with his hands spread wide. "You see what I must put up with?"

  "Oh, my, he shouldn't have said that. " Esme shook her head. Joy and Roxy both nodded their agreement.

  "Put up with?" I stalked over to where he stood and glared up at him. "Put up with? No one is asking you to put up with me, Count Chocula. In fact, I'm willing to bet you I could live out the rest of my life quite happily without ever seeing you again, so you can take your put up with and stick it alongside your insistence!"

  "Dear, as I mentioned, a lady - "

  Christian took a step closer to me, his eyes lit from within with something that felt a lot to my guarded mind like unadulterated fury. His breath fanned over my face as his voice wrapped me in unbreakably strong silken bonds. "I have tolerated your abuse only because I realize how insecure you are regarding your appearance, not to mention frightened of what I represent, but I will entertain your rudeness no more. You have done considerable damage to my plans without offering an apology, you have pushed yourself into my life without my express desire that you do so, and you have met every kindness on my part with uncouth retorts and juvenile remarks. Enough! It is at an end. You might not be my Beloved, but there is a bond between us, even if you will not admit to it. Because it is the way of Dark Ones to protect their women, I will escort you to your hotel, and about that there will be no further discussion. "

  Have I mentioned that I detest bossy, controlling men? Really, it was his verbal attack on me that prompted me to do what I did. I'm not proud of it, but I am a survivor. I lived once in the control of a man, terrified to do anything even remotely against his wishes lest the repercussions (almost always involving physical pain) fell upon me, and I had made a solemn vow as I stood over Timothy's lifeless body that I would never again give anyone that sort of power over me.

  I thanked Joy for the tea.

  "I'm sure we'll be seeing more of you," she answered with a quick glance at Christian. He raised an eyebrow at her. I ground my teeth at the obvious wordless byplay that was going on between the two of them, then stopped when I realized what I was doing.

  I plucked a bobble from my sweater.

  "Say good-bye, Esme," I said as I made the keeper warding signs over the bobble. I turned my back on everyone to silently speak the words (I hate being watched when I practice my art), then turned back when the bobble glowed with Esme's light. Gathering up my coat, I ignored Christian when he did the same. Roxy chattered beside me as we walked to the front door. With my right hand hidden in front of me, I sketched a series of confining symbols on the door. I walked through the door, holding my breath and praying that the simple spell would work on a vampire as it did on others.

  Christian stopped at the door, the oddest expression on his face. He frowned and tried to push through the barrier my spell had woven.

  "Christian? What's the matter?"

  His eyes narrowed on me as I smiled. "What have you done?"

  "Me? Juvenile, rude, insecure, frightened little me? Whatever can you mean?"

  His voice dropped to the sexiest growl I'd ever heard. It sent little shivers of delight traipsing up and down my spine. "You have done something to the door, Summoner. Something to keep me from passing through it. "

  I flashed a few more teeth in my smile as I leaned in close to him. "Never, ever think you can tell me what to do. I have a mind and a will of my own, and never again will I allow anyone to take that away from me. "

  I turned with a cheery wave to a worried-looking Joy, and made my way out of the building to the drizzle-damped streets. A few minutes later I sat back with a sigh in a taxi I'd been lucky to find disgorging its occupants, wondering how long it would take Christian to realize that my limited spell-casting power - Summoners usually know only those spells that are related to their own personal protection, or have to do with the binding of spirits - applied only to the front door of Joy's flat, and not any of the other means of exit. I suspected it wouldn't take him long to figure it out.

  "I hate it when I'm right. " I sighed as I closed the hotel room door. Christian stood before my wardrobe, poking through the clothes contained therein.

  "Esme was also right. The state of your underthings is deplorable. Why do you not wear silk and satin, as other women do?"

  I set Esme's bobble down on the small desk that graced a corner, and peeled off my coat. "Look, I realize we both said some things better left unsaid. For my part, I apologize for telling you to shove your insistence. . . " I waved my hand toward his midsection. "You know. That was rude of me, and I'm sorry for it, but you have to understand that I just do not like dominating, arrogant men. "

  He walked to me, wrapping his hand around my neck and tipping my chin up with his thumb. I fought the urge to strike back, and just stood there, passive, letting him examine my face.

  "You did not tell me that you had been treated ill in your past. Who was the person who took your mind and will away from you?"

  I thought about lying to him, but decided those all-seeing eyes of his (now a lovely reddish-gold mahogany) would know I wasn't telling him the tru
th. "My husband. "

  His jaw hardened.

  "My ex-husband," I qualified. "Or rather, my late almost ex-husband. I had left him and filed for divorce by the time he died, and no, if you were going to ask, I didn't kill him, although I wanted to. He was shot by the police trying to set fire to my house. While I was asleep inside. "

  Christian's eyes were slowly darkening, deepening in shade until it seemed as if his pupils were absorbing all the color in his eyes. "This man, this husband abused you?"

  "Abused, controlled, tortured, killed my brother - all that and more, yes. "

  Onyx eyes bored into mine. "You said your brother was killed in the accident that injured your leg. "

  "You're hurting my neck. "

  The tight sting of his fingers was gone, replaced by warmth and heat and something erotic that skittered along the surface of my skin as his lips kissed away the ache in my neck.

  "My brother - " I stopped as he kissed a particularly sensitive spot near my ear. "My brother was killed in a car accident. Timothy. . . " Another pause as teeth gently nipping my earlobe made me shudder in delight. To keep myself from responding to him, I concentrated my thoughts on that horrible night, filling my mind with the memories of it. The blackness spilled out of me, making my voice thick with unspoken pain.

  "Timothy was driving. He was drunk - he was always drunk - but he thought it would be funny to see if he could drive through some woods that ringed one side of our yard to reach the house. Leslie died when he wrapped the car around a tree. " Christian had stopped nibbling on me and was now looking at me with dark, shuttered eyes. For a moment I felt a pang of regret that my ploy had worked, a pang that was firmly pushed aside. "My leg was injured in the crash, broken in four places, I later found out. But we had no insurance, and Timothy was driving drunk without a license, so he dragged me to the house and left Leslie dead in the car. He buried him later, after he sobered up enough to realize what he'd done. "

  "You did not report him?" Christian asked, something in his face that made me want to throw myself into his arms and let him protect me from the world. I pushed that feeling down, too. I hadn't learned to stand on my own two feet just to hand my independence over to the first man who showed me a bit of sympathy.

  "I couldn't. Timothy splinted my leg and kept me mindless for a long time on drugs, painkillers mostly, a small mercy. By the time I started hiding the pills he gave me, and realized that he was lying about Leslie having gone away, it was too late. I had no proof, and I was crippled, unable to walk for six months. I don't know if you've ever found yourself at the mercy of someone who doesn't know the meaning of that word, but years of experience had pounded into me the fact that I had no hope of escaping him. "

  His fingers returned, this time to touch my cheek and brush away the tears I hadn't realized were there. "But you did escape this monster. "

  I nodded, closing my eyes for a moment at the warmth his touch brought me. "He tried to kill me a year later. I ran away from him, and kept running. I ended up in a women's shelter. One of the women who volunteered there was a witch, and she saw the power in me that I'd long since learned to hide. She helped me understand what Timothy had done to me, and how to break the cycle. She taught me that I did not ever have to give control over myself to another human being. She taught me how to be strong, how to fight back rather than to be a victim. She made me realize that men are not happy unless they are in a dominant position of control, and that the way they deal with someone who challenges their authority is to overpower and bully them. " I raised my chin and let my determination fill my eyes. "I will never let another man do that to me. "

  To my surprise, he nodded. "I am glad you have survived your ordeal, and have been tempered by your tragic experiences. A woman should not be helpless, should not be a victim. " His fingers tucked a loose strand of my hair behind my ear. "I never thought you were anything but strong, Allegra. I would not want you to be anyone but yourself. Your past has shown you only one side of power, however - abuse. It does not follow that all men are made in such a fashion. "

  I stepped back. "I notice you don't deny the fact that men aren't happy unless they are dominant and controlling. "

  He shrugged that elegant shrug of his. "It is a part of what makes a man a man. Males are naturally dominant, females are - "

  "Subservient? Subjugated? Passive little doormats whom men trample over?"

  He smiled, his white teeth flashing. "I was going to say nurturers. A woman may become dominant, but only in order to care for those she loves. It is not a natural state. "

  I snorted (again - it was becoming a bad habit around Christian). "Do me and every other twenty-first-century woman a favor and get over yourself. Women can be just as dominant as men, only we do it without trampling over everyone. "

  His smile turned into a frown. "Women only use dominance to prove to themselves they are equal to men in all things. "

  I squinted my eyes at him. "Oh, you do not want to go there. In fact, this whole conversation is pointless. You're one of the caveman throwbacks who thinks he has the right to push everyone around for their own good. You're not in the least bit reasonable or open to a sensible debate, so I'm just going to stop talking to you. " I strode over to the wardrobe and grabbed a handful of clothing. "Esme, you can come out now. Feel free to entertain Nosferatu here with tales of how a lady acts. I'm going to take a shower. Alone," I added with emphasis.

  "The conversation is far from over, Allegra," Christian said mildly.

  "Allie, I must lodge a complaint about the manner in which you insist on transporting Mr. Woogums and myself. " Esme shook out her bathrobe while the cat sat at her feet licking his shoulder. "I really must insist that you carry us somewhere other than your coat pocket. I felt positively smothered in there. Good evening again, Christian; it is always a pleasure to see a man with such gentlemanly manners. "

  I rolled my eyes and stomped off to the bathroom, working off a smidgen of my frustration - and I'm sad to admit, a goodly chunk of it was sexual in nature - by slamming the door behind me.

  Esme came in to the bathroom a few minutes later, but I ignored her and concentrated on washing my hair. Twenty minutes later I emerged from the steamy bathroom. "I meant to ask you earlier, but you were being pompous - how did you get through my spell?"

  Christian had his martyr face on - a face I admit I secretly enjoyed - but he answered my question civilly enough. "I went out another door. "

  I smiled, pleased that my spell had held up against him. I felt compelled to be honest, however. "The spell probably wouldn't have lasted too long. I'm not very good at spell casting. Summoners don't need to use them often, and it's too easy to screw them up, so I try to get by without them. Still, it's nice to know I can hold a fully grown Dark One if I need to. "

  Christian's face took on a new level of martyrdom.

  "Okay, I'm ready to go to dinner. Esme, you stay here and behave if a maid comes into the room. "

  "Dear, you wouldn't think about taking us - "

  "I think you've had enough jaunting about for a day," I said gently but firmly. I turned to Christian. "Where are you taking me to dinner?"

  Both his eyebrows rose at that. "Me? You expect me to act in a domineering, arrogant male manner and presume to pay for the dinner of an independent woman who detests being treated in such a patronizing way?"

  I pulled my coat on. "Seeing as you probably have oodles of money lying around gathering dust, and as I am here on my own dime, quickly running through all my savings, I will this once allow you to pay for my dinner. " I paused as I opened the door and looked back at him. "If you ask me nicely, that is. "

  "Do you know," he replied with a thoughtful look on his face as he followed me out the door, "we almost had a civil conversation going. There might be hope for you yet. "

  I smacked him on the arm and, after hesitating a moment, took the hand he offered me, twining my fingers through his and smiling secretly to myself. Hope? Not
for me, but maybe for. . . Hmmm. What an interesting thought.