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Light I washed his soul in.
    “Mistress. Do you wish for me to leave?” He always did go formal when the shit was about to hit the fan.
    I sighed. Loudly. “Just go, Samson. He can't kill me, he'd only be killing himself.” Handy that little proviso of the joining. If one dies, the other dies too.
    “That is not entirely reassuring, mistress.” But he left quietly anyway.
    I walked further into the gym and sat down on one of the benches, turning to look at Michel.
    My heart did a flip-flop. Damn that wayward heart. How could he still take my breath away? He was gorgeous, even when angry, even when flashes of indigo and violet speckled the deep blue of his eyes. Dressed in an off black made-to-measure expensive suit, pale blue tie, gold dancing dragon cuff links at his wrists. His cream coloured skin looking almost translucent under the lights of the room. His chiselled face, striking.
    With his hands thrust deep in his pockets, the broadness of his shoulders stood out. I wanted to run to him. To wrap my arms around him and beg him to take me back. I straightened my shoulders and took another fortifying breath in and lifted my gaze to meet his. He had an eyebrow raised, obviously waiting for me to finish my perusal of his body. He always knew instinctively how he made me feel.
    “Are you running away, ma douce? ”
    “You don't want me here, Michel. You've made that perfectly clear.”
    “When? When did I make that perfectly clear? Please tell me.”
    His voice was quiet, so smooth, so beautiful. I suddenly realised he was using it on me. Calming me, wrapping it around me, stroking it down my arms. He doesn't usually have that kind of sway over me anymore. Since we joined, he can only use his vampire powers on me if my shields are down. I checked them now and found them in shatters. Some still holding, others crumbling. A total mess. I was normally so much better at keeping them maintained than this. Shit. I really was a lost cause.
    I hesitated, before I started rebuilding them, I didn't want his touch to stop. In the end, pride won over sentiment and the shields went up, his power no longer surrounding me, touching me. I felt so bare.
    He smiled sadly at me. “You do not normally make such a mistake, ma douce. ”
    No, I didn't. He'd done this to me. Making me fall for him, then when I finally capitulated, admitted I loved him above all else, he cast me aside. I was a wreck, a mess. I needed to get away from him before I collapsed in a puddle at his feet and begged him to take me in his arms.
    “It's just a holiday, Michel. I wanted to catch up with Amisi. I haven't visited since she left. You said I could use the jet at any time. Are you taking that back too?”
    He cringed slightly, then recovered himself, replacing the emotion with his normal mask. The one that said nothing. Nothing at all.
    “By all means take the jet, but I need it the day after tomorrow. I have a flight scheduled to Paris. Business I must attend. I'll be gone one week. So make sure you are back by then so we can... commune with one another. It may be some time before we can reinforce the joining after I leave.”
    He spun on his heel, after delivering those instructions and disappeared out the door.
    Paris. Business. There was only one thing in Paris that could require his attendance. The Iunctio.
    And he was facing them without me at his side.
    Michel. Just what are you playing at now?

Chapter 3
Friends
    By the time I had found Marcus and Matthias, my two vampire bodyguards, it was close to five in the evening. Still daylight out, but it would mean my arrival in Wellington would be close to dusk. Perfect. I could do with a little night time action in the capital. Of course, M & M tried to convince me to wait until sunset, so they could tag along too, but as they were a gift from Michel, I had little desire to bring them with me on my escape from Crapsville.
    Auckland was not much fun anymore, somehow it had lost all of its gloss, all of