blood. It wouldn't hurt her at al , and it meant al the difference to him.
Forcing his consciousness away from the sheer elemental pleasure of what he was doing, he began, very careful y, very delicately, to infiltrate her mind.
It wasn't difficult to get to the nub of it. Whoever had wrenched this delicate, fragile-boned girl from the human world and had endowed her with a vampire's nature hadn't done her any favors. It wasn't that she had any moral objections to vampirism. She'd taken to the life easily, enjoying it. She would have made a good huntress in the wild. But in this castle? With these servants? It was like having a hundred snooty waiters and two hundred condescending sommeliers staring her down as soon as she opened her mouth to give an order.
This room, for instance. She had wanted some color in it - just a splash of violet here, a little mauve there - natural y, she realized, a vampire princess's bedchamber had to be mostly black. But when she'd timidly mentioned the subject of colors to one of the parlor maids, the girl had sniffed and looked down her nostrils at Jessalyn as if she'd asked for an elephant to be instal ed just beside her bed. The princess had not had the courage to bring up the matter with the housekeeper, but within a week three baskets ful of black-and-off-black throw pil ows had arrived. There was her "color."And in the future would her highness be so good as to consult her housekeeper before querying the staff as to her household whims?
She actually said that about my "whims," Jessalyn thought as she arched her neck back and ran sharp fingernails through Damon's thick soft hair. And - oh, it's no good. I'm no good. I'm a vampire princess, and I can look the part, but I can't play it.
You're every bit a princess, your highness, Damon soothed.
You just need someone to enforce your orders. Someone who has no doubts about your superiority. Are your servants slaves?
No, they're all free.
Well, that makes it a little trickier, but you can always yell louder at them. Damon felt swol en with vampire blood. Two more days of this and he would be, if not his old self, then at least almost his old self: a ful vampire, free to walk about the city as he liked. And with the Power and status of a vampire prince. It was almost enough to balance out the horrors he'd gone through in the last couple of days. At least, he could tel himself that and try to believe it.
"Listen,"he said abruptly, letting go of Jessalyn's slight body, the better to look her in the eye. "Your glorious highness, let me do one favor for you before I die of love or you have me kil ed for impudence. Let me bring you 'color' - and then let me stand beside you if any of your menials grumble about it."
Jessalyn wasn't used to this kind of sudden decision, but couldn't help but be carried along with Damon's fiery excitement. She arched her head back again.
When he final y left the bijoux palace, Damon went out the front door. He had with him a little of the money left over from pawning the gems, but this was more than enough for the purpose he had in mind. He was quite certain that the next time he went out, it would be from the flying portico.
He stopped at a dozen shops and spent until his last coin was gone. He'd meant to sneak in a visit to Bonnie as wel while doing his errands, but the market was in the opposite direction from the inn where he'd left her, and in the end there just wasn't time.
He didn't worry much as he walked back to the bijoux castle.
Bonnie, soft and fragile as she seemed, had a wiry core that he was sure would keep her inside the room for three days.
She could take it. Damon knew she could.
He banged on the little castle's gate until a surly guard opened it.
"What do you want?"the guard spat.
Bonnie was bored out of her mind. It had only been a day since Damon had left her - a day she could only count by the number of meals brought to her, since the enormous red sun stood forever on the horizon and the blood-red light never varied unless it was raining.
Bonnie wished it was raining. She wished it