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for a few centuries now—why wouldn’t he speak Greek?
    It wasn’t like I hadn’t heard him speaking several languages besides his native French. He spoke English most often, but I’d heard him speak Spanish, Italian, Russian and Mandarin. And Latin, but we all spoke Latin—the books were written in Latin and it was something we had to learn. The books were demonic weapons and if you were about to have a demonic weapon turned against you, it was a good idea to understand said demonic weapon.
    I wasn’t surprised to hear him speaking Greek, exactly. It wasn’t even all that familiar to me, really. I understood him, yes. But the language of this country had changed in over the millennia. As I had.
    “You’re unhappy.”
    Scowling, I looked up and realized the server had left and Luc had his handsome face turned in my direction, his mouth unsmiling.
    Unhappy…
    Sighing, I tucked a stray lock of hair behind my ear. “Luc, I can honestly tell you I don’t remember the last time I was happy.” Glancing around the unfamiliar town with its quaint, bright buildings and its smiling people. “It certainly wasn’t here.”
    In an attempt to shrug off my melancholy, I looked around. “You need to blend a bit more, though, you know. Sexy as all get-out, big, beautiful guide dog. Stumble with the language a bit, would you? Or something. We don’t want them remembering anything more about us than necessary. You aren’t from here. You don’t sound like you’re from here. You’d blend better if you sounded like a tourist. They’re used to tourists.”
    A black brow arched and a smile curved that lovely mouth of his. “So if I pretend to be a bumbling, awkward tourist, I’m less likely to stand out. Should I act like a rude American? Am I to be French?”
    “You are French,” I reminded him.
    He laughed. “But which will make me less…memorable?”
    I sighed and looked away. Nothing. Absolutely nothing he did would make him less likely to stand out, really. But we didn’t want to make it worse, either, did we? “Do you have to be so complicated?”
    “Is that what I’m being?” He had a thoughtful look on his face. After a moment, he shrugged. “I can butcher the language a bit if you think it will make me more forgettable, Sina.” He reached down and rested a hand on Krell’s head. “There’s not much else I can do, though. Krell isn’t going anywhere. And I’ll have to continue…how did you phrase it? Oh, yes. I’m stuck being sexy as all get out.”
    I sneered at him. And judging by the look on his face, he’d seen it too.
    A moment of silence passed and then he said softly, “They say you’re one of the oldest.”
    I waggled a finger at him. From the corner of my eye, I could see that Krell had sat up and was watching us both in that peculiar way that signified his master was still riding his mind. So it wasn’t a wasted gesture—Luc saw me. “Now, now, Luc. You know better than to ask a woman’s age,” I told him. “It doesn’t matter if we’re mortal or not.”
    “I’m not asking your age.” He shrugged, looking unconcerned. “But you’re one of the oldest of us, yet you still let your past enslave you. Doesn’t that strike you as a bit…much?”
    Stiffening, I stared at him. Enslave me? “Nothing enslaves me.”
    Not anymore .
    “Your guilt does. Your past does.” He gestured around him. “Whatever hold this place has on you? It does as well.”
    Leaning forward, I curled my fingers around the hand he had resting on the table. Quietly, I said again, “Nothing enslaves me.”
    I didn’t realize how tightly I was squeezing his flesh until I felt the bones grinding together. But he never made a sound. Instead, he brushed the fingers of his other hand down my cheek, his aim unerring and true. “Sina… I was tortured in ways you can’t imagine before I died. It’s going to take more than grinding my bones to dust to bother me.”
    Hissing, I let go and sat back. “You