And why did my heart skip a beat when he said that?
I didn’t even answer myself.
Instead I asked something far, far more stupid and definitely more dangerous. “Do you do this with all your concubines?”
Then I got the answer to my very stupid, very, very dangerous question.
“I’ve never done it with another concubine.”
I felt my mouth drop open. I knew I was gaping at him and I knew I had an audience. I was just too shocked to care.
Finally, I squeaked, “Why me?”
“You’re Leah.”
He felt this was an answer. I didn’t feel the same but I decided not to push it because I sensed innately that I wouldn’t want to know the answer to that either.
Even though I really wanted to know the answer.
My eyes skittered around the room and came back to him. “Is anyone else doing it?”
“No.”
“There are no other vampires here with their concubines?”
“Yes, there are.”
“But they aren’t doing it?”
“No, Leah.”
“Why not?”
“Because they can’t.”
I felt the martini glass slipping through my fingers but I didn’t notice he caught it by its stem before it even cleared my hand. It also didn’t register that he placed it and his on the bar and he turned me full-frontal into his arms.
I tipped my head back to look at him, put my hands to his chest and stared.
Then I asked, “Why can’t anyone else do it?”
“Very few vampires have the capacity to mesmerize. Those that do don’t have the control I have. None of them, or none that I know, have anywhere near the potency of my ability.”
Oh my God!
“This is crazy,” I whispered.
“You’re correct, in a way. What I can do is very unusual.”
“I’ll say!” I cried.
He grinned at my outburst. I ignored his grin.
“Is that why everyone is staring at you like you’re a movie star?” I blurted, his head cocked and he examined me inquisitively for a long moment.
Finally he asked, “You noticed that?”
“It’s hard to miss.”