Page 115 of Vampire so Virtuous

“I don’t need you,” he said, his tone indifferent. “Noah has already told me which club you visited.”

“Noah?”

“My thrall.”

Another bitter laugh. “Oh yes, you’ve been having me followed, how could I have forgotten.” She frowned. “Was he on the T last night with me?” She’d felt uncomfortable ever since she left her apartment the night before.

“He was.”

At least he hadn’t denied it. “And in the BMW? Wait, you have more than one?” She took an angry step toward him. “How many thralls do you have following me, Antoine?”

“A few.”

He wasn’t looking at her, damn him. His attention was on the book in his lap, like the conversation bored him.

“I’m leaving. I’m going back to the club tonight. Come, don’t come—I don’t care. I’m sure your thralls will let you know when I arrive.” She turned for the door.

“I’ve already told you, I want you to stay here.”

She didn’t even look back. “And I’ve already toldyouto go screw yourself.”

“Marcel will look after you while I sleep.”

“I’m not staying, okay? I need to go home and get changed. I’m wearing yesterday’s clothes.”

“I can send a thrall to your apartment for clothes. Just tell me what you want, and I’ll have them brought.”

She laughed. “There is no way in hell I’m letting your thralls rifle through my apartment.” She opened the door. “Sleep well, Antoine. But then again, I’m sure nothing you’ve ever done in your life would keep you up, would it now?”

He didn’t try to stop her as she left, even though she’d thought he would. She had been so keen to get out of that room that the door slammed behind her harder than she’d intended.

Well, fine. If he thought she had left in a fit of pique, that was on him.

“Good morning, madam. Would you care for some breakfast?”

Cally took a deep breath and let it out before she replied. “No, thank you, Marcel. I seem to have lost my appetite.”

He bowed slightly. “I did pass your message on to him, madam, as you requested.”

Damn. How had I forgotten about that?He was soaggravating, that was how. And he hadn’t even mentioned it.

“Thank you, Marcel. I’ll see you later, okay?”See you later? Like this is a regular visiting spot now?

“Would you like me to call you a cab, madam?”

“No, I’ve got it, thanks.”That’s another hundred bucks you owe me, Antoine.

“Very good. Do come and visit us again soon.”

Twenty-eight – Cally

There was a big man in army trousers, boots, and a leather jacket who kept glancing at her, despite standing some distance down the carriage.

Cally gave him a wave, then ignored him. She couldn’t decide if it was more like having a guard dog or a prison warden.

He followed her out of the T, keeping a respectful dozen feet behind her. Another met him outside of Arlington Station—a woman, this time. She looped arms with the man like they were a couple. Were it not for the fact that they followed Cally all the way to the club, she might’ve thought she was mistaken.

Antoine waited, leaning against a wall, and it was aggravating to see he performed even that simple task with casual grace. He was wearing his usual black jeans and long leather jacket, but he’d swapped his black T-shirt for a button-up collared shirt, still black. It looked like silk.