I wasn’t worried about my dream.
Though, now that he brought it up.
“How do you know?” I asked.
“I’m here,” he answered.
All right, so I pretty much believed that Lucien was big enough, bad enough, fast enough and strong enough to kick anyone’s ass but a phantasmagorical dream that mysteriously hangs its victim? I was thinking even he couldn’t beat that.
I made a decision. It was a scary decision but I made it and seeing as I was so freaking stubborn, once made I’d see it through, no matter that it scared the heck out of me.
“Are you tired?” I asked.
“Yes, pet.” I felt his face move into my hair before he muttered, all vampire sexy, “I’m very tired.”
Oh. Well then.
Maybe I couldn’t see it through.
Knowing I’d tired out the Mighty Vampire Lucien with all our sexual antics and thinking that was pretty cool thus being pretty pleased with myself, I decided I didn’t care.
He went on, “But if you wish to talk…”
As was my way, instantly, I changed my mind (again) and took my shot.
I turned in his arms so I was facing him.
It was time to get some questions answered.
I started with one that might not freak me out (much).
“Am I famous?” I asked.
“Pardon?” he asked back, seeming surprised by my question.
I explained, “Everyone I meet when I’m with you seems to know me. Even at The Selection people were looking at me like they knew me or at least were curious about me so they knew of me.”
“Most members of a concubine family are known by vampires, Leah.”
I studied him. He was so holding back.
“Not like me,” I whispered my challenge.
He blew out a sigh then curled me closer.
“No, my pet, not like you.”
I knew it!
“Why not like me?”
“Because of me.”
I held my breath. I didn’t know why, I just did.
I heard his chuckle. “You can breathe, sweetheart.”
I breathed. Then I wrinkled my nose.