Actually, yes, I do. CK aside, if it weren't for Cole, I would have had Sebastian in this bath as soon as he walked into the room. But I have to keep remembering how I felt when I was new. I have my freedom but with restrictions and I have to honor that. I said that I would. However, when Sebastian's hand flicks over my nipple, I inhale sharply and feel the connection between us. For all of Lance’s creepy familial terms and our own banter about family and being related, we really aren't. I was born to different parents and turned a couple of thousand years after him, but our sire has connected us with his blood as I have connected my own charges hundreds of years apart, and we feel that connection pulling on us.

At my lack of pushing him away, Sebastian trails his hand through the bath water closer and closer to…

His phone vibrates in his pocket and he glances at me as he takes it out to check it.

"As expected…" He holds it out for me to see a message: Hands off, Vincentius!

"Have you ever wondered how he does that?" he asks.

"All the fucking time!" I state with a laugh. "Glad it isn't just me then."

"No, he has a way of feeling the spike in our emotions. What a fucking shame. I was under the impression you were up for it."

"Hm," I say noncommittally. Spike in our emotions? Is that what it is? I honestly thought it was because he could read my mind. "Vincentius? Your original name, I presume?"

"Yes," he says shortly, not offering up any more than that.

"And yet you choose to be French, not Italian, like him?"

"I did for a time. I prefer the French way of life. So much more joie de vivre," he says.

"Indeed."

"Why do you choose to hang onto to your Anglicism?"

Startled at the question no one has ever asked me, I blink and say, "Erm, I don't know. My origin, my history?"

"Sure, I get that. Although technically your history would be Saxon in origin, German."

I smile at him. "Yes, that would be so, my parents' parents came over from Saxony."

"My parents were from Ancient Rome. My grandparents were Etruscan."

"Yes, I gathered," I say. "He never talks about it," I say quietly.

"No, he doesn't. Not just to you."

"But you knew him then. You must know something."

"I knew him after he was created, remember. There isn't a thing I can tell you about his human self as I don't know."

I must look disappointed as he smiles at me and says, "If you asked, I am sure he would tell you."

I shake my head. “I have asked so many times and I get nothing from him."

"What about your super brain?"

I snort. "That is a pain in the arse. Yes, I know the facts after events, but I don't know what he feels or how he felt. I want to know but he won't tell me."

"Try again. You never know." He shrugs as he twiddles his fingers idly in the water. "Watch this," he says, suddenly mischievous and my eyes go wide as he moves his hand back into the bath, his fingers playing lightly against the water just above my pussy.

Not two seconds later, our sire bursts in the do

or of the bathroom and says, "Enough! Get out!"

We both burst out laughing at his fury. For all of his denial of sensing our intentions, and it being an Initial Vampire ability, he has most definitely just shown his hand.

"Out, Sebastian!" he says again as we continue to chuckle. I find having someone to laugh with, someone who knows him so well, very comforting. I thought I would be wildly jealous but that is not the case. But that is most probably because he is a man. I know for a fact that I would not be sitting here giggling with Grace.

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