week, sitting in front of an empty plate while fully buttoned up in her coat.
The sounds of silver tines on porcelain made the silence between them scream.
Stroking the napkin in front of her, she felt god-awful about so much, and though she wasn’t much of a talker she found herself speaking because she simply couldn’t keep everything in anymore. “The night before last…”
“Mmm?” Rehvenge didn’t look at her, just stayed focused on his plate.
“I wasn’t stood up. You know, on that date.”
“Well, good for you.”
“He was killed.”
Rehvenge’s head shot up. “What.”
“Stephan, the guy I was supposed to meet…he was killed by lessers. The king brought his body in, but I didn’t know it was him until his cousin showed up looking for him. I…ah, I spent my shift last evening wrapping his body and returning him to his family.” She shook her head. “They’d beaten him…. You couldn’t tell who he had been.”
Her voice fractured and refused to go on, so she just sat there stroking the napkin, in hopes of soothing herself.
Two subtle clinks marked Rehv’s fork and knife coming to rest on his plate, and then he reached out to her, putting his solid hand on her forearm.
“I’m so goddamned sorry,” he said. “No wonder you’re not into all this. If I had known—”
“No, it’s okay. Really. I should have handled it better when I arrived. I’m just off tonight. Not myself at all.”
He gave her a squeeze and settled back into his chair as if he didn’t want to crowd her. Which was normally what she liked, but tonight she found it a pity—to use a word he enjoyed. The weight of his touch through her coat had been very nice.
Speaking of which, she was getting really warm.
Ehlena unbuttoned herself and took the wool from her shoulders. “Hot in here.”
“Like I said before, I can cool things down for you.”
“No.” She frowned, glancing over at him. “Why are you always cold? Side effects from the dopamine?”
He nodded. “It’s really more why I need the cane. I can’t feel my arms, legs.”
She hadn’t heard of many vampires reacting in that way to the drug, but then, individual reactions were legion. And also the vampire equivalent of Parkinson’s was a nasty disease.
Rehvenge pushed his plate away and the two of them sat in silence for a long while. In the candlelight, he seemed dimmed somehow, his usual energy dialed down, his mood very somber.
“You’re not yourself, either,” she said. “Not that I know you very well, but you seem…”
“How.”
“Like I feel. In a walking coma.”
He chuckled in a short burst. “That is so apt.”
“You want to talk about it—”
“You want something to eat—”
They both laughed and stopped.
Rehvenge shook his head. “Look, let me get you some dessert. It’s the least I can do. And it’s not date food. The candles are out.”
“Actually, you know what?”
“You lied about having eaten before coming and now you’re starving?”
She laughed again. “You got it.”
As his amethyst eyes stared into hers, the air between them changed and she had the sense that he saw so much, too much. Especially as he said in a dark voice, “Will you let me feed you?”
Hypnotized, captivated, she whispered, “Yes. Please.”
His smile revealed long, white fangs. “That is so the answer I was going for.”
What would his blood be like in her mouth, she wondered in a rush.
Rehvenge growled deep in his throat, as if he knew exactly what she was thinking. But he took it no further, rising to his great height and going into the kitchen.
By the time he returned with her plate, she’d managed to pull herself together a little bit better, although as he put the food down in front of her, the whiff of spices that drifted around her was too delicious—and had nothing to do with what he’d cooked.
Determined to keep it together, Ehlena put the napkin in her lap and tried the roast beef.
“My God, this is fabulous.”
“Thanks,” Rehv said as he sat down. “It’s the way the doggen in our household have always done it. You get the oven up to four seventy-five and you put the roast in, blast it for a half hour, then turn everything off and let it sit in there. You’re not allowed to open the door to check it. That’s the rule, and you have to trust the process. Two hours later?”
“Heaven.”
“Heaven.”
Ehlena laughed as the same word came out of both of their mouths. “Well, it’s really good. Melts in the mouth.”
“In the interest