With a flick of her hand, Sabine wove an illusion. Suddenly she and Lanthe both looked like patients. "We'll create a stampede of humans and run out into the night with them."
Lanthe shook her head. "The Vrekeners will scent us."
Sabine blinked at her. "Lanthe, have you not smelled my humans?
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Schecter turned to MacRieve. “And what is your field, Dr…?”
Despite the fact that he was a prince, he answered, “Mr. MacRieve. I’m here in a security capacity for my wife. She’s the beauty and brains—I’m the brawn.”
She stiffened again at his calling her his wife. MacRieve had no idea how much that word bothered her.
Schecter asked, “Why exactly would anyone need security?”
“Are you jesting?” MacRieve asked. “You doona know?” He flashed an aggravated look at Travis, then said simply, “Because we’re in the bluidy Amazon.
So El Dorado is no’ a man.”
In a soft tone, Lucia said, “She’s La Dorada, the Gilded Woman. History had it wrong.
Really wrong.”
“Makes sense.”
“What do you mean?”
“Say you were a conquistador, hunting for the Gilded One’s gold, yet the native was clever enough to keep a tomb full of it hidden. A native—a woman native— somehow outwits you?” He shook his head. “Back in the day, I met a few gold-hungry conquistadors, and let’s put it this way—the fragility of conquistador ego canna be overstated.
Start being honest with her. Aidan always let her know what he was thinking. And he fairly much treated her like a queen.”
Lothaire sneered, “That’s the worst bloody advice I’ve ever heard!”
Brandr bowed his chest. “And why’s that, leech? She cared for Aidan once—she will again.”
“Precisely. She cared for Aidan,” Lothaire said. “I knew of Aidan the Fierce—no mortal could kill that many of the Horde without my hearing about it. And I know that he was a bold, blond Viking who was like a god among men. Women wanted him and men wanted to be him.” He sighed.
“Reminded me of myself.
Vampire females are as good as extinct.”
Thad was aghast. “No females?”
Natalya patted his shoulder. “You can date other species, Tiger. Don’t you worry. I’ve already thought of some ladies to relieve you of your big V. One’s a nymph—”
“Over my dead body,” Regin said. “Two-bit hookers, every one of them.”
Thad scratched his head. “Mr. Lothaire said every male needed a purring nymph or two chained to the foot of his
bed. As pets.”
Natalya gasped. “All right, lad, no more talking to Lothaire.
This twilight, Lothaire was holding court.
He sat upon his gilded throne, decorated
with gold-dipped skulls. His design. If he’d had a queen, her throne would have been similar. Of course, her skulls would be daintier.
Nereus to Lothaire:
“I really thought you’d demand my
firstborn.”
“As if I’d want your fucking guppy,”
Lothaire drawled, tracing away before
Nereus could strike him down.
I’m no expert with females”—the others
rolled their eyes at that—“but I believe an attempted decapitation communicates the
need for some space.
Lothaire, I’ve met dirt younger than we
are.” -Nix
Too bad,Elizabeth. You're Stuck with me.Not for a few decades,not for centuries. You're tied to me forever. That boy and girl offspring you talked off? They'll come from me--or no one.
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