“We can make it.”
Dante took a moment and shoved his hair back, running his long
fingers over his scalp. “You’re really leaving.”
She turned to him. She had noticed that he didn’t have a lot of
friends. He seemed content to spend his free time working on
computers or helping her. “I have to go back, Dante. On my plane,
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I’m married to your cousins. I love them very much, and they need
me. I hope you understand.”
He smiled slightly. “And I’m a vampire? What am I like there,
Meggie? Am I lonely?”
Meg laughed at the thought. “As if. Dante Dellacourt doesn’t lack
for anything except tact.”
“Tact is overrated,” Dante pointed out.
“Spoken like your vampire self.” Meg let her hand drift over his.
“Dante Dellacourt doesn’t let anything stop him. He once told me that
if he was going to do something, he would do it big. There was no
point in anything less. Of course, he was discussing lying through his
fangs at the time.”
“I sound like a character there.”
“You could come with me, you know,” Meg offered. He reminded
her a little of herself before fate had changed her life completely.
Dante shook his head. “I don’t think that’s a good idea. One of me
is probably more than any plane should have to handle. I think I’ll
have to try to make a go of it here. Besides, I have my shop, you
know.”
He was scared, and Meg didn’t blame him. She might have spent
a little more time trying to convince him, but she only had two hours
before that door opened. “If you change your mind, you know where