“Yes I would have,” she argued.
“And I repeat, it would have spoiled my fun.” Their eyes met across the table.
Zofia had to avert her gaze. She supposed his reason for not admitting he had been sent by Saint Germain to take her on to the castle was genuine. Quirky, but genuine. However, she felt it had more to do with the fact he was a vampire, not a mere gentleman doing a genuine act of kindness.
On the other hand, she was very happy that Saint Germain had given him something that would appease him, and at the same time assuring that he would not make her his midnight snack—which nearly happened anyway. Despite it all, Zofia found she had a raging appetite, and dug in. They enjoyed their individual meals in companionable silence for a few moments.
Patting his lips, Myron burped discre
