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with all this. After all, I was a big advocate of respecting cultural diversity. Yet that core belief of mine wavered around these people. Maybe that was unfair, but I had spent my life being taught that they were not human. They might seem so now, but I didn't think one dinner could truly alter my ingrained views.

Shaya shook her head, face pale. "This, then, is what has displaced us from our homeland. These are the things that forced us from the place we came from and into the world of spirits and lost souls. We lost to twisted creatures who breed easily, who rape and pillage the earth in homage to their metal gods."

"Look, I'm sorry it upsets you all so much, but that's how it is. You guys lost. You have to deal. You did an okay job fighting, I guess. You still show up in a lot of fairy tales and myths. But you still lost. History's like that. There are wars, and unfortunately, in the end, who wins and who loses is more important than who's right or wrong."

"Are you saying your people were wrong, then?" asked Dorian quietly.

"No," I said with certainty. "Absolutely not."

"You're very loyal to your own kind."

"Of course I am. I'm human. There's no choice there - especially when your people do nothing but cause trouble for mine when they cross over."

"Look around this room. Of those gathered...I would say only less than twenty have ever visited your world. And of those, only a small amount 'caused trouble.' You have degenerates in your world too. Yet, you wouldn't use them to define your entire race as bad."

"No," I agreed. "But I'd still punish them. Look, maybe I'm overly jaded toward your kind, but then, the only ones I've ever met have been the deviants. It's hard not to judge."

Dorian stared at me for a long time, and I couldn't read him. Everyone else looked like they would have killed me on the spot, if not for the hospitality prohibition. I wondered if I'd made Dorian mad enough to regret giving his oath.

His thoughtful face changed to its typical expression, the perpetually amused and lazy one. He rose from his couch, sweeping the cloak behind him. Everyone else hastily followed suit. I took my time getting up.

"I thank you all for a lovely evening, but I must take my leave now." He spoke loudly, so that his words carried to more than just our table. Conversation in the room dropped. "I daresay my guest is growing restless and eager for some privacy, and I do so hate to disappoint."

The toadies laughed appreciatively, and I steeled myself not to blush again. Dorian glanced at me as we slowly walked out of the hall.

"If I offered my hand again, I don't suppose you'd take it?"

"Not a chance. I don't want to give them any ideas."

"Oh. Well. I'm afraid it's too late for that, once they see where we're going."

I cut him a warning look. "Where are we going?"

"Why, to the most private of places. My bedroom, of course."

Chapter Nine

"What's the point of a bedroom? I mean, you guys seem to be more into public sex anyway."

Dorian gestured me around a corner to his suite or wing or whatever. "What we do is natural. We don't hide it. Besides, it's actually quite titillating to know others are watching. Haven't you ever done it?"

"Sorry. I'm not an exhibitionist."

And yet, as soon as I said the words, I thought about Kiyo. We'd been all over each other at the bar, and then we'd had sex out on the balcony. We hadn't drawn that much attention, but we could have. Just thinking about it made me shudder - in a good way.

We passed through another set of double doors with two guards standing outside. They had weapons, but I knew their magic posed the true threat.

Once Dorian had closed the doors behind us, I turned and took in the room. "My God. Why would you have sex in the dining room when you could do it in here?"

"I do do it in here. I do it in there. Honestly, it doesn't matter. I like variety."

The room spread out for what seemed like miles, the far wall composed almost entirely of windows. It probably had a stellar view in the daytime. Everything from the paint to the enormous satin-covered bed was painted in shades of gold and wine. The torches on the wall added a charming, almost kinky touch.