The handsome features were cold in the oddly gray mist. Even worse, there was a dark wetness clinging to his lips. Amelia's horrified mind shied from ever considering what the damp stain might be.
"Who did you expect?" Mr. Ramone demanded. "That tedious Nefri?"
Amelia blinked in fearful confusion. "Nefri?"
"No?" A sardonic expression settled upon the pale countenance. "No, of course not. It is that pathetically devoted Sebastian that you seek. I fear that he has been distracted for the moment."
Sebastian. Dear heavens, she had not even considered the thought that he might be in danger.
Her heart felt as if it were being crushed by a ruthless hand.
"What have you done with him?"
"He is unharmed. For the moment, at least." An awful smile curved those wet lips.
"Unfortunately, I can not say the same for his housekeeper. I fear that she might not survive."
Raw horror raced through her. "You killed that poor old woman?"
"It brought me no pleasure, I assure you." He shrugged, as casual as if they were discussing the weather, stepping closer to her trembling body. "I far prefer my sufferers to be young, ripe, and beautiful. Much like yourself."
She shuddered, stumbling backward in instinctive revulsion. At the same moment, however, Mr. Ramone's distinctive scent filled the air and she froze. That smell. A smell of cold steel. Just like ... what?
Just like the night she had witnessed the first murder, a small voice whispered in the back of her mind.
Of course. She should have suspected the truth the moment the man had first approached her.
She had sensed there was something wrong about him. Something wrong and dangerous.
"You... you were the shadow," she stammered before considering how dangerous confessing her awareness of his monstrous sins might be.
"Yes."
Her hands pressed to her heaving stomach. "Dear lord, what are you?"
"What am I?" He mockingly pretended to consider the question. "I am your master. The one chosen to rule above all."
"This is madness. A ... nightmare."
"A nightmare?" His eyes narrowed to cold slits. "Truly, Miss Hadwell, there is no need to be insulting. You should consider yourself to be exceedingly fortunate. It is not every mortal who can claim to have been in the company of the most superior of all vampires."
Amelia uttered a strangled noise. She desperately desired to close her eyes and pretend this was all some horrible nightmare. Instead, she attempted to clear the fear fogging her mind.
"You must be insane. There are no such things at vampires."
"No? Would you desire me to prove the truth?" The thin lips widened to reveal the white teeth.
Then, even as Amelia watched in morbid fascination, a set of fangs lengthened to glint evilly in the darkness. "I assure you I have devoted a number of nights to considering how pleasurable it would be to feast upon you."
Instinctively, Amelia lifted protective hands to her throat. It could not be possible. Vampires were myths. Mere children's stories.
But possible or not, there was no denying the awful truth.
This gentleman was a vampire. And she was standing directly in his path.
"I... what do you want from me?" she managed at last to choke out.
"It is rather a simple thing. I desire your amulet."