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hear."
Sabin chuckled, coughing, as if struggling to keep the laughter from
spilling out his ruined mouth. "If I believed everything I heard, I would have
come with an army."
"You came with one servant because I allowed you only one servant,"
Jean-Claude said.
Sabin smiled. "Too true. Come Dominic, we must not take more of Ms. Blake's
so valuable time."
Dominic stood obediently, towering over us both. Sabin was around my
height. Of course, I wasn't sure if his legs were still there. He might have
been taller once.
"I don't like you, Sabin, but I would never willingly leave another being
in the shape you're in. My plans tonight are important, but if I thought we
could cure you immediately, I'd change them."
The vampire looked at me. His blue, blue eyes were like staring down into
clear ocean water. There was no pull to them. Either he was behaving himself
or, like most vampires, he couldn't roll me with his eyes anymore.
"Thank you, Ms. Blake. I believe you are sincere." He extended a gloved
hand from the voluminous cloak.
I hesitated, then took it. His hand squished ever so slightly, and it took
a lot not to jerk back. I forced myself to shake his hand, to smile, to let
go, and not to rub my hand on my skirt.
Dominic shook my hand as well. His was cool and dry. "Thank you for your
time, Ms. Blake. I will contact you tomorrow and we will discuss things."
"I'll be expecting your call, Mr. Dumare."
"Call me, Dominic, please."
I nodded. "Dominic. We can discuss it, but I hate to take your money when
I'm not sure that I can help you."
"May I call you Anita?" he asked.
I hesitated and shrugged. "Why not."
"Don't worry about money," Sabin said, "I have plenty of that for all the
good it has done me."
"How is the woman you love taking the change in your appearance?"
Jean-Claude asked.
Sabin looked at him. It was not a friendly look. "She finds it repulsive,
as do I. She feels immense guilt. She has not left me, nor is she with me."
"You'd lived for close to seven hundred years," I said. "Why screw things
up for a woman?"
Sabin turned to me, a line of ooze creeping down his face like a black
tear. "Are you asking me if it was worth it, Ms. Blake?"
I swallowed and shook my head. "It's none of my business. I'm sorry I
asked."
He drew the hood over his face. He turned back to me, black, a cup of
shadows where his face should have been. "She was going to leave me, Ms.
Blake. I thought that I would sacrifice anything to keep her by my side, in my
bed. I was wrong." He turned that blackness to Jean-Claude. "We will see you
tomorrow night, Jean-Claude."
"I look forward to it."
Neither vampire offered to shake hands. Sabin glided for the door, the robe
trailing behind him, empty. I wondered how much of his lower body was left and