Oh, he wouldn’t put it past the fae to have a few willing victims around for his vampiric guests. And everyone knew how he doted on Damian in particular. Rivals, indeed. What a laughable thought. These two have been flirting for centuries and everyone saw it, except them.

Laurent’s attention refocused and he pressed a hand to his chest like some proper Southern lady clutching at her pearls. You would almost hear the why, I never! to go along with it.

“You’ve never met my beloved Elyas?”