“Congratulations,” Dante said almost sweetly. “You’re a
bondmate. I’ve heard it’s the most intimate connection a being can
have.”
Meg swallowed nervously, not wanting to think about it. She
wasn’t here to fall in love. She shouldn’t be here at all. She would
suffer through this. When she had the chance, she was going to get
away, and no intimate bond was going to stop her. She decided to
slightly change the subject. “And the vampires?”
Dante leaned in, his fangs showing beneath his wide smirk.
“Darling, the vampires are here because you taste really fucking
good.”
Cara leaned over Meg’s lap and slapped the vampire. Dante took
it with good grace, merely leaning back as though he was slapped by
females on a regular basis. “Stop teasing the girl. Miss, the vampires
are looking for what they call a consort. You have to understand there
are two types of vampires, the peasant and those of royal blood.”
“Don’t call them peasants,” Dante whistled under his breath.
“Them’s fighting words. One day you call them peasants, and the next
day they unionize.”
Cara ignored him. “The royals are the vampires with ancient
blood. They are pure vampire. If they can find a proper consort, their
lives are greatly elongated by taking his or her blood. The consort also
receives a much longer life by taking the vampire’s blood into his or
her body. The consort’s blood makes the vampire stronger than he or
she would normally be. I heard your sister recently married her
consort, Mr. Dellacourt.”
Dante’s nose wrinkled in distaste. “Yes, now our house is filled
with love and roses every day. I’m not having any of it. What’s the
point in an extra couple of hundred years if you can’t party? Susie and
Colin. What idiots! They walk around like love-struck teens. It’s