If you tell everyone everything you know, they don't wonder about things you don't tell them.
Bran..." I shrugged.
"You just know he knows what you're thinking." "Amber," said the vampire.
"Make sure your husband and the boy who is not his son eat their dinner, would you?" "Of course." Chad's cold hand on my knee squeezed very tight.
"You say that like it's a revelation," I told Blackwood.
"You need to work on your verbal ammunition, too.
Corban has always known that Chad's not his biological son.
That doesn't matter to him at all.
Chad's still his son." The stem of the water glass the vampire was holding broke.
He set the pieces very carefully on his empty plate.
"You aren't afraid enough of me," he said very carefully.
"Perhaps it is time to instruct you further." "Fine," I said.
"Thank you for the meal, Amber.
Take care of yourselves, Corban and Chad." I stood up and lifted an inquiring eyebrow.
He thought it was stupidity that I wasn't afraid of him.
But if you shiver in fear in a pack of werewolves, that's really stupid.
If you're scared enough, even a wolf with good control starts having problems.
If his control isn't strong--well, let's just say that I learned to be very good at burying my fear.
Pushing Blackwood wasn't stupid either.
If he'd killed me the first time--well, at least it would have been a quick death.
But the longer he let it go on, the more I knew he needed me.
I couldn't imagine for what--but he needed me for something.
My bad luck he was taking it on as a challenge.
I wondered what he thought would scare me more than Amber before I caught a good tight hold on my thoughts.
There was no future, just the vampire and me standing by the table.
"Come," he said, and led the way back down the stairway.
"How is it that you can walk in the daylight?" I asked him.
"I've never heard of a vampire who could run around during the day." "You are what you eat," he said obscurely.
"My maker used to say that.
Mann ist was mann i?t.