A Vampire's Claim
“You think I don’t know you’re the type of man who’d work ten jobs to care for his family?
I don’t need that. I need other things from you.
And do I provide them, my lady?
She’d given him a leisurely glance, that distant smile. “In spades.”
Still, he felt damned uncomfortable with it, though he wasn’t quite sure why. And he paid for the bloody beer.
Lady D, as she was known to the staff, had her own private wing, and it was clear no one ventured there unless invited. She underscored that herself when, arriving just before dawn, she left him with a lingering kiss and smile, and told him the maid would show him to his room. Then she disappeared.
As he prowled the room, he found himself tempted to reach out, try to speak to her. The bed looked solitary, lonely. He’d stay on the floor in his swag.
Bugger it. If she liked her alone time, he couldn’t cast stones, could he? When she wanted him, she’d let him know.
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