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we recognize. You can play house with the faery all you like, but no vampire will recognize his claim on you.”
    “Though I wonder how being married to the luscious Zoey would change the prince’s mind should anything happen to Daniel. In the past, he has been adamantly against belonging to a vampire. I wonder if he would follow his pretty little wife should she require another vampire master,” Louis pondered. “He might simply think he could find the nearest sithein and hide her from us.”
    Chad tsk tsked that suggestion. “That wouldn’t do, master. She’s far too sweet to let her rot away in some Faery mound with a man who could never truly appreciate her. Speaking of appreciation—where’s that little werewolf who follows you around like a lapdog?”
    I was startled at his tone. I turned to see Chad looking perfectly serious. I wanted to slap him and ask him why he would talk about his boyfriend like that. Instead I turned away, for once finding it easier to look at Marini. “He’s upstairs.”
    “Mr. Thomas was very pleased with the hospitality he was shown in Colorado when he brought you the information on that assignment I had for you,” Marini explained. “He said the little wolf was very…accommodating.”
    “I thought they got along pretty well.” I would have to keep this conversation to myself if I wanted it to stay that way. Neil wouldn’t like to be referred to as a lapdog.
    “We got along really well, Mrs. Donovan,” Chad drawled with great relish. He set his booted feet on the expensive coffee table. “Mrs. Donovan likes to surround herself with beautiful men. I envy her greatly. Her husband is a paragon of male dominance, but the wolf and the faery are just to die for. I swear that faery is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, and the wolf isn’t far behind.”
    “Unlike me, Zoey, you will find my friend here is only interested in his own sex,” Marini laughed. “It isn’t surprising he would love to switch places with one such as you.”
    The dark-haired vampire was a vision of decadence sitting negligently on the couch and talking about the men he wanted. Chad’s dark eyes found mine. He licked his lips, and I could see a hint of fang. “Of course, if Mrs. Donovan here wanted to try me, I wouldn’t kick her out. What do you say, sweetheart? Want to see if you can turn me straight? I’d try it just to get a taste.”
    Marini’s hand shot out and suddenly there was blood on Chad’s mouth. He didn’t react at all to the fact that the Frenchman had slapped the holy hell out of him. He just ran his tongue along his lip, making sure he got that blood back.
    “You will not speak that way to her.” Marini stood over him, violence in his very stance. “She doesn’t belong to you.”
    “Of course, master,” Chad said evenly as he gave me a serious look. “I apologize, Mrs. Donovan. I hope you don’t take offense. I meant neither you nor your husband any disrespect.”
    I wished I could read people better. It seemed like Chad was trying to tell me something. Maybe he’d set up the entire scene to show me that Louis Marini was getting terribly possessive of things that didn’t belong to him. It wasn’t a good sign. Marini sat back and continued speaking like he hadn’t just exploded.
    “You will have to excuse our Mr. Thomas,” Marini said, looking at Chad with a strange sort of affection. “He’s different. His powers of illusion are very rare, and it makes his idiosyncrasies worth putting up with. He’s a class of vampire that has gone almost extinct.”
    “Class?” I’d heard a little something of the different classes, but I’d mostly met warriors.
    “It’s rare, but some would qualify,” Marini explained. “Most vampires are of the warrior class, your husband being a splendid example. Marcus is not a true warrior. His talents lie in persuasion and obviously his ability to walk about during the day. We used to call them academics because they tended