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“Callan is an old friend,
cherie
.” A quick squeeze, a cajoling smile. “Surely we can dally a little while? A drink, Callan?”
     
    The Fox leader nodded. “Figures you’d hook up with a woman who might one day hunt you down like a rabid dog.”
     
    “Already tried,” Ashwini said, deciding Callan would likely have that information within the hour in any case. “Three times.”
     
    Callan raised an eyebrow as Perida attempted to hide her surprise. “And will there be a fourth?”
     
    “Depends on how badly he pisses me off.” Sticking out her hand, she offered it to Perida. “Ashwini.”
     
    The other woman shook it, her hold firm, her eyes narrowed. “We don’t associate with hunters.”
     
    “And I don’t sleep with vampires.”
     
    That made Callan grin, and it was so open, so honest, Ashwini could almost believe he was the good ol’ farm boy he seemed. “Let’s sit,” he said, ordering wine from the bar.
     
    Ashwini offered Perida a fry as they sat down, knowing vampires could taste and digest a small amount of solid food. “It’s good.”
     
    The vampire took it. “Mmm. Almost makes me wish I was mortal.”
     
    “Almost,” Callan said, his eyes lingering on Ashwini’s scars.
     
    It was, she thought, a very deliberate reminder that he could survive almost anything she did to him, while she’d die a very final death. But that warning was clearly only on the periphery of Callan’s mind—it was Janvier he was interested in.
     
    “You still friends with Antoine?” he asked after taking a sip of his wine, the question as casual as casual could be.
     
    “
Oui
, I’m friends with everyone.” Janvier pressed a kiss to Ashwini’s cheek. “But this one, she doesn’t like… What is her name?”
     
    “Simone.” Ashwini ate several fries in a row instead of illuminating.
     
    Perida took the bait. “Why?”
     
    “Have you seen her?” Ashwini snorted. “Thinks the sun shines out of her ass.”
     
    Perida’s suspicious expression turned into one of pure dislike. “She’s a bitch, eecially for being so pathetically weak. She makes like she’s got power. Bullshit.”
     
    Ashwini raised an eyebrow. “I thought she was on her third century. Can’t be that much of a lightweight.”
     
    “Age is relative.” Perida shook her head. “Only thing keeping that smug smile on her face is the fact she’s got Antoine on a leash.”
     
    “Antoine likes hard women,” Janvier said, an amused cast to his voice. “Remember that one he was with when we were at court together, Cal?”
     
    “That countess with six dead husbands.” Callan shook his head. “You’d think with age would come wisdom.”
     
    “Instead,
mon ami
’s got himself in trouble from what I hear.”
     
    Callan put down his wineglass. “Oh?”
     
    “Games, Cal?” Janvier raised a sarcastic eyebrow. “You know of Antoine’s difficulties—word is, you’ve got yourself a kiss.”
     
    “You know a lot for someone who’s passing through.” Cool words, guarded eyes.
     
    Janvier shrugged. “Keeps me alive. I’m staying clear of Antoine this visit—I don’t want Nazarach’s attention.”
     
    The leader of the Fox kiss picked up his glass again. “Where are you staying?”
     
    Ashwini answered for both of them. “We’re not. He promised me we’d be out of here tonight.”
     
    Janvier leaned in close, murmuring just loud enough that the others would hear. “Come, sugar, one night? I will make it up to you.”
     
    Ashwini scowled, let him murmur more promises before nodding with obvious reluctance. “One night.”
     
    “So,” Janvier said, turning back to Callan, “can you put us up, old friend?”
     
    “We were never friends,” Callan replied. “But… we could be.”
     
    A shwini found herself relegated to the guest bedroom in Callan’s fortress of a mansion on the outskirts of Atlanta, while the Fox leader took Janvier aside for a “cigar.” Knowing she was under