“Actually, you woke up on board the ship when we crossed the Channel.”

Devon’s eyes pop up from his work in surprise.

“So you keep telling me, but I don’t remember,” I huff.

“You were violently ill. I had to give you laudanum to put you back to sleep.”

Devon snorts and says, “Good to see some things never change.” Referring to my lack of sea legs, which made for a very disgusting Atlantic-crossing to America.

“Anyway,” I say, bringing the conversation back round, “as far as I’m concerned that was my first real home. And I want it back.”

“Back? It was never yours to start with,” CK says snidely.

I glare at him. “I named it. You couldn’t even be bothered to do that.”

He shrugs. “It was just a place between Italy and England. William’s father gave it to me.”

Hm, now that I did not know.

“Speaking of,” Devon interrupts. “Why did you call it Gradile?” He taps something on his iPad and peers at it. “Blackcurrants?”

My sire and I exchange a look and he grunts, “It’s private,” much to Cole’s frustration.

Devon, still peering at his iPad, turns it around to show us what he is looking at. “It’s pretty. Called Château Cassis now.”

“Yes, I know,” I grump at him.

“Why did the name change?” Cole asks still pissed but interested enough to ask.

“When Aefre named it, the language of the time was still Norman. Once the French language developed it was automatically reassigned the French version of the name and then the L’orleau’s bought it and kept it.”

“Developed? Christ, you were around when a language was developed?” Cole asks in wonder.

“Several of them, yes,” CK says witheringly.

Looking impressed despite himself, Cole asks again, “So why Blackcurrants?”

“You said before that I tasted like cherries? Well, Constantine…”

“Aefre. I said that’s private,” he interrupts me.

But the cat is already running away from the bag, as Devon finishes my sentence, “Tastes like Blackcurrants. Huh. So did she.”

“She?” I ask and then realize with dread that he means Eloise. “You drank from her?” I ask incredulously.

Devon and Cole exchange a look, then Cole replies, “We both did.”

“What?”

“Jealous?” he responds slyly.

Oh, my husband has a mean side and he isn’t afraid to use it.

Recovering somewhat from my shock at this revelation, I say, “Not jealous. Just surprised she let you.”

He smirks at me but not in a cheeky good way but in a tit-for-tat kind of way. He has lost his temper with all of this history and secrecy “Oh, it wasn’t difficult at all. Once she knew you weren’t there, she all but begged me to do it.”

“Cole,” Devon warns him as he sees the flash of Power-fueled temper in my eyes.

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