“Cosmo,” my mother whispered, her head tipped back, that strange, slightly sad but very familiar look she usually had in her eyes had melted away. Instead, her eyes were alight and there was a sweet but sultry smile I’d never seen her wear on her lips.
He bent low and kissed the hinge of her jaw. Something about this gesture was so intimate, I turned my eyes away.
Cosmo. I knew that name. My mother had told me the name only days before.
My mother’s vampire.
Oh my God.
“Cosmo, I want you to meet Leah.” I heard my mother say and I turned back.
My mother was in her sixties. She didn’t look it, nowhere near it. But she still looked older than Cosmo who appeared to be no more than thirty-five. She’d been in her twenties when she’d serviced him.
He moved to me and bent in. I froze as his lips touched the hair at my temple then his head dipped further and, mouth at my ear, he murmured, “Leah.”
A trill raced up my spine.
It wasn’t exactly fear; it wasn’t exactly not fear.
Nor was it unpleasant. Not in the slightest.
How weird.
Please, my mind begged, don’t let my mother’s vampire choose me. Please, please, please. That would be both weird and gross. Too gross. Ick!
His head moved away but his body didn’t.
I found my voice and did my utmost to turn it cold and added, for good measure, an icy look on my face when I returned, “Cosmo.”
In the presence of my frost, he grinned. His grin made his beauty shoot off the charts. Therefore, I lost the frost and stared.
He turned to my mother and stated, “The rumors are true.”
My mother shook her head, giving me a reproving look but she spoke to Cosmo. “I’m afraid so.”
“I like this,” he muttered and turned to inspect my face then his green eyes moved the length of my body then back to my face before he continued, “Lucien will like it better.”
I felt my body still at another reference to the unknown Lucien. Before I could open my mouth though, my mother spoke.
“Do you think so?” she asked hopefully.
“Oh yes,” Cosmo answered, not taking his eyes from mine.
“Who’s…?” I began but a female vampire joined our group.
She was tall, thin but curvy, dark curling hair, beautiful blue eyes and she was wearing a strapless dress with a slit up her right leg that ended high on her hip at a graceful drape of material.
“Finally. Leah,” she announced upon arriving at our small group. Before anyone could say anything, she lifted a hand and snapped her fingers.
A waiter bearing a tray of champagne flutes appeared at our sides. Cosmo took a glass and handed it to my mother then another which he handed to me.
As he did this the female, her gaze on me, begged Cosmo, “Please tell me this will be interesting.”
Cosmo, also watching me, affirmed, “This will be interesting.”
I was losing patience.
On any day, even a good day, I didn’t tend to have a lot of patience. But in these extraordinary circumstances I had almost none. Therefore this wasn’t a surprise.