We all spend a leisurely day in the pool and spa and then we go for drinks and dinner.
Feeling thoroughly pampered and prepped for tomorrow’s ceremony, I’m in good spirits now, which in turn makes my boys happy too.
“Hey, I have a question which has been bothering me,” Devon says suddenly. “As you are not an Initial Vampire, how will you have an equal standing on The Council?”
This is something that I have always wondered should a fourth member ever be chosen, however, now considering my Power boost I understand it. I don’t get the chance to answer though, as CK turns up and answers for me, “By the Power of One, of course.”
We three turn to look at him. “Yes, but still. It doesn’t make her one of you,” Devon persists, taking my hand and linking our fingers together. Now that the three-way cherry has been broken, sort of, he is taking full advantage. I’m ecstatic at this development. Now all I need is CK to do the same.
He doesn’t.
“No, it makes her better,” CK says with pride.
“How so?”
“All will be revealed after tomorrow’s ceremony,” he says cryptically.
Devon scowls at his evasiveness.
“Are you looking forward to La Scala tomorrow?” CK asks me, changing the subject and sitting down.
“I am. It will be strange though,” I say hesitantly.
“Is it common for professional athletes to be…you know…our kind?” he inquires.
Amused by the question, we three older ‘you knows’ glance at each other.
CK answers, “Not really in traditional sports. It’s too difficult to keep the speed and reflexes in check. Classical ballet and dance are different though. Controlled, precise. Every step requires thought.”
“I have known both male and female Vampires who have taken up dance professionally,” I add.
“You said before, it’s almost like cheating though.”
CK scoffs, “Hardly. Technical brilliance, poise, and grace don’t come naturally to us. Maybe we have an edge on strength, but all that Svetlana accomplished was by her own talent and hard work.”
I beam at the praise and blush, just a teeny tiny bit.
Cole looks at me proudly. “Svetlana? Sexy! I wish I could have seen you,” he says wistfully.
“Well, if she’d get off her stubborn ass and dance again, you’d be able to,” Devon pipes up and CK nods in agreement.
“You totally should,” Cole exclaims, and I know when I am being ganged up on.
“Maybe,” I concede.
C K takes his leave soon after. I hate seeing him go. It’s affecting me on a level that is starting to physically hurt me.
It’s getting late, so we head to our room. Cole and Devon watche me as I steam out my dress for tomorrow.
“You will look so beautiful,” Cole murmurs.
I grin at him over my shoulder.
“I wonder what this ceremony is going to entail?” Devon asks.
“CK said it would be simple. Words and a blood oath. Should only take about ten minutes tops. The rest of the afternoon will be drinks, etc.”
“Are you nervous?” Cole asks.