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tonight?”
    “Absolutely! Although I do have to work later, but you can just sit at the bar and watch.” She motioned for me to enter. “Welcome to my humble home.”
    I stepped past her into a delightfully colourful main room. It reminded me immediately of her home in Cairo. Lots of colour, lots of cushions on the floor, lots of bright light and happiness. So Amisi. So Nero. So Egyptian. I loved it and couldn't stop the smile on my face growing bigger, the further I ventured into the apartment.
    “Wow, Amisi! This is fantastic. It's so you.”
    “I know, Gregor teases, he says I should be branching out and trying different decoration styles now that I am away from Egypt, but he can talk. Have you seen all that French antique furniture in his penthouse? You can take the man out of Paris , but you can't take Paris out of the man.” She said Paris like Gregor did, with a French lilt to the words, making it sing.
    I placed my bag on the floor in the corner and threw myself onto a pile of cushions. I'd picked up the technique of lowering yourself properly to the ground to lounge, whilst training in Cairo with Nero. Before he gave me some tips, I always seemed to look like a floundering seal on the rocks at the beach. It was not at all styley.
    “So, Gregor come here often does he?” I asked, innocently.
    Gregor has been chasing Amisi for some time now, but she has somehow managed to stay out of his grasp. No doubt her defiance and refusal to bow to his desires is only adding fuel to the flame for the vampire, but my girl is strong. I have faith she'll make him work for it.
    I hope she doesn't give in too quickly, like I did with Michel.
    Amisi flashed me a look from under her long dark eyelashes. “He always calls right on dusk. He should be here soon to drive me to the club. For work.”
    “Now hang on a minute. You're working at Desire de Sang ?” Gregor's club is what you would call rank vampire, a little bit too base for my liking. It's all red and black with lots of leather and vinyl and skimpy, tight outfits in a dark and extremely creepy environment.
    Needless to say it is the most popular bar in the city and Amisi had always shown such distaste for it. The idea of her working there, let alone working for Gregor, just blows the mind.
    “I needed a job that would allow me to drop everything and go hunt. Most of the Nosferatins in Cairo work for the vampires. Of course we don't have clubs, but we have tea houses and the like over there. It makes sense to work for the Master of the City. I'm surprised you don't get a job at Sensations .”
    Well, I'd never really thought about it and it did make sense, but still, working for Michel, was just about as bad as taking a handout from Michel. And right now, that was the last thing I wanted to do.
    “Yeah. I guess it makes sense.” I had looked away when I answered, I didn't think it was an obvious movement, but suddenly Amisi was crouched down on the floor on a cushion in front of me.
    “What's going on, Luce? Why am I picking up such sadness from you?” She paused and looked at me, her focus wasn't on my face or body, but rather around it.
    I had forgotten that Amisi had been trained by Nero, my master Nosferatin trainer and friend, who had also been very good at reading auras. Nosferatins can read the aura or glow of other Nosferatins, if they concentrate hard enough. I have a Nosferatin glow and a Bond glow. Both would be looking decidedly sad right now.
    “Oh, Luce. What has happened?” Tears sprang to my friend's eyes and trickled down her face. I was surprised at her compassion, her empathy, her tears, this was a little new.
    “Why are you crying, Amisi?” Best I try to divert the conversation from things that could make me bawl.
    She swiped at her eyes with the back of her hand and cleared her throat. “I've, um, recently discovered a new talent. I can not only see other's auras and glows, but if I concentrate hard enough I can receive their emotions