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known Charles just as long as
she’d known William, and he’d been far friendlier to her than the elusive older
brother. Although she’d never asked, she often wondered how the two were
related. William’s strong features and dark hair looked nothing like Charles
plain brown hair and even features- made more attractive by his power no doubt.
    “Alert me as
soon as he gets in, please,” he said, his voice neutral, but Isabel saw a spark
of concern in his eyes and in the twitch of his mouth.
    “Is
something wrong, Master?”
    “Oh, for
heaven’s sake, Isabel! Call me William. And no, I just need to talk to Charles
about something.”
    She nodded,
and brought her mop across the gray stones just as he walked down the hall. As
she thought about it, she realized the younger brother hadn’t bitten her once
since her first night with William- and no other vampire had either. That was
due to the lack of guests they’d had, which wasn’t uncommon. William wasn’t
much of an entertainer, especially when he only had three servants to do all
the labor for him. Most of the other vampires in Philadelphia had dozens of
servants, one for nearly every job in their household, but William and Charles
weren’t like the other vampires at all even though they lived in a home far too
big for two single men.
    Voices from
the courtyard shook Isabel from her thoughts, and she moved her bucket just as
the door opened.
    “Floor’s
wet, sir,” she said as Charles stepped inside, followed by Mr. and Mrs. Moorish
and Mistress Abigail Perch.
    “Of course,”
Charles said, his suit from the night before slightly rumpled as though he’d
slept in it. “I was on my way home and look who I ran into. We’ll be in the
sitting room. Fetch William at once!”
    Isabel
nodded, keeping her eyes downcast as the vampires moved past. Both ladies were
lovely, the sort of unearthly beauty all vampires possessed. Although Mrs.
Moorish’s hair was stark white, her face was as youthful as a schoolgirl’s. Her
fine silk gown rustled as she moved down the hall. Mistress Perch was even more
beautiful. Her pale blonde curls were piled onto her head like a crown, and the
paleness of her skin made her look like she was made of porcelain. Her cotton
gown, dyed indigo, brought out the vibrancy of her blue eyes. They were much
brighter and lovelier than Isabel’s own pale blue eyes.
    Mr. Moorish,
however, did not hold the same appeal as the others. Like his wife, his hair
was also white, although he looked to be in his late thirties. Hooded eyes and
a thin mouth made him look unpleasant, even though Isabel knew she should find
him attractive. His lips twisted into a smile as she glanced at him, and she
quickly looked away. How would William keep them from biting her? He’d
explained it was seen as an insult to keep servants from other vampires, and
she accepted that. However, he’d also said he’d not allow anyone else to lay a
fang in her again. It seemed unlikely he’d be able to keep that promise.
    She hurried
toward William’s study, but he emerged as soon as she neared the door, a frown
on his face. “Charles has arrived. He and his guests are in the sitting room.”
    William
nodded, the look in his eyes one of barely concealed anger. “Send in Tabitha
and John.”
    He was going
to try and stretch two servants among five vampires? That wouldn’t do! “Master,
is that wise?”
    He ran his
finger down her cheek, but didn’t say another word as he walked away.
    Isabel
frowned as she hurried to the kitchen to inform Tabby. The blonde was on her
hands and knees scrubbing the kitchen floor when Isabel stepped in. “Guests.
Master William wants you and John in the sitting room.”
    Tabby looked
down at the water soaking through her skirt and wiped her hands on her apron.
“Did he say anything about appearances?”
    “It’s Mr.
and Mrs. Moorish.”
    “Oh hell!”
Tabby said as she stood and leaned out of the kitchen door to the yard. “John.
We’re