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how and to whom I see fit.”
    “Knight, just let him tell me whatever he needs to tell me,” I argued dejectedly. Bram was about pomp and circumstance and the sooner everyone realized the only way to get what they wanted from him was to play his game, the better.
    “No,” Knight said, shaking his head. “I’m tired of allowing him to play his little games.” He faced Bram. “You’re in my house now and you’ll play by my rules.”
    “Your home, is it?” Bram looked around himself, with a feigned mask of surprise. “Although I find it a bit barbarian for my taste, it certainly seems to suit you nicely.”
    “Enough!” I said for the second time that evening. I shook my head in exasperation because both men were, in a word, maddening. “Bram, whatever you have to say to me, say it quickly. I’ve had to deal with more machismo than I can handle today.”
    Bram nodded and sidestepped Knight, offering me his arm again. “Please allow me to escort you to the door, my dear.”
    Knight grumbled something indecipherable as I walked with Bram to the door. When we were out of earshot, Bram stopped walking and held the doorknob as he faced me. “You continue to breach our contract,” he started.
    I sighed long and hard, remembering the contract we’d made prior to visiting the Netherworld. I’d pledged to dine with Bram five times in return for his accompaniment (and protection) in the Netherworld. I still owed him three dinner dates.
    “You want to do dinner?” I asked with a frown since I didn’t feel like I had enough time period, let alone wasting it on Bram.
    “Yes, my dear, I would like that very much.”
    As he glanced down at my jeans and long-sleeved shirt, his expression turned to one of repugnance. “Unfortunately, I failed to remember to procure a gown for you. I suppose that … outfit will have to suffice.” Then another idea occurred to him and he suggested, “Unless you would prefer to dine naked?”
    “Holy Hades no,” I grumbled, shaking my head. Yes, I could have created anything Bram wanted with my magic but if he didn’t remember as much, I wasn’t about to remind him. “When do you want to leave?”
    “Now, Sweet. I hunger for your … company.”
    I turned to Knight who was fast approaching me. “What does he want?” he asked, glaring viciously at the vampire.
    “I have to go to dinner with him.”
    “What?” Knight ground out. “What the fuck for?”
    “Because I agreed to do it a long time ago and if I don’t, I’m in breach of contract.”
    Knight shook his head. “Who the fuck cares? As far as I’m concerned, any pacts you made with that bastard aren’t worth shit.”
    “And he has information for us that he won’t give us any other way,” I reminded him, throwing my hands on my hips.
    Knight shook his head and rubbed the back of his neck the way he did whenever he was frustrated. He sighed as he walked past me and addressed Bram. “You touch her and the only thing left of you will be your fangs.”
    “You are so poetic, my primitive friend. I ardently assure you I hold Sweet’s safety in my uppermost regard.”                                                                    
    “Dulcie, keep that phone on,” Knight said, before he returned his full attention to Bram. “You have one hour, bloodsucker, and if she’s even half a second late, there will be hell to pay.”
    Bram nodded. “Very well. Sweet, it seems you must eat rapidly.”
    As he offered his arm again, I accepted it with stoic resignation.
     
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    I took my seat across from Bram in the closest “restaurant” we could find, something that reminded me of a diner, only German-style. The plastic booth seats were red, to match the red, black and yellow tablecloths, the colors of the German flag. Due to our severe time constraints, we’d ended up here, but it was so busy, we had trouble getting a seat. After relying on