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for our nightly walk on the beach, Michel's arm around my shoulders. While the days are still warm, they're getting shorter and it's already dark when we walk along the shore. There's a half-moon and its light glows on the surf. The sky is clear and the Milky Way is a long dusty arc in the sky above us. The exercise will invigorate me, make my mind clear for a while before my feed.
    Now is when I most want to talk to Michel about Dominion, press him for more details, but I bite my tongue and wait. When we get back to the cottage, my stomach is already full of butterflies, thinking of our feed and what I want to happen. I've been planning this for a few days, giving Michel some time to calm down about me wanting to relive his memory of my mother's death. Tonight, I want him to drink my blood as I drink his. It will maximize our connection and our pleasure, and when he's under the influence of my blood and we're fucking, I'll see if I can find his memory of my mother's death.
    That's my plan. I think I've been successful in keeping it from him, for if he knows, he doesn't show it.
    We both know what happens next when we arrive back at the cottage. I go to the bathroom and start the water for a nice warm bath. I pour in some of the bath salts Michel had prepared that contain my perfume. There are no words between us as we undress and step into the tub. Michel sits across from me, his pale skin so beautiful in the soft overhead light. Michel takes one of my feet and washes it with some soap.
    It tickles me a bit and I can't help but giggle.
    "Oh, your feet are ticklish, are they?' he says, a devilish grin on his face. "Now I know a surefire way to make you smile and show me your dimples."
    I try to pull my foot away, because I can barely stand him touching the sensitive bottom. "Don't, Michel!" I laugh when he refuses and continues to wash it. Then, when it's rinsed of soap, he starts to suck my toes.
    I hold my breath because I'm torn between the eroticism of it and how his touch still tickles. I don't know whether to groan or giggle.
    "You have such nice toes, Eve," he says, and tongues my baby toe, sucking it briefly before slipping his tongue between it and its neighbor. That sensation goes right to my clit and now I do groan just a bit. He kisses the bottom of my foot and then my ankle and calf. I know where this is leading.
    "Oh, God," I say, and close my eyes. "I'm ready right now."
    "I know you are," he says. "You've always been so responsive. Have I said that I love that about you? Despite everything that happened to you, you haven't shut off."
    I open my eyes and look at him. Despite everything that's happened to me. Of course, he means Thompson. He means my mother's death. He means everything that's happened since we met.
    He pulls me over to him so that I lie on top of him in the bath, my arms around his neck and I can't help remembering a journal entry where I was in a tub in Julien's warehouse, lying just like this.
    "I wish it had been you who killed Thompson," I say and tuck his hair behind his ear.
    "I had so many plans to be your first in everything, to be your champion, and yet I find my brother replaced me in them all."
    "You gave me to him like some spoil of war," I say, unable to keep a tiny bit of hurt from my voice despite the fact that I have no memory of it, just the words written in the pages of my journal.
    "I had no other choice. It was Julien or Soren."
    "Julien could never replace you," I say. "He admitted it to me. All I'd ever be to him is a good fuck."
    "He did care for you," Michel says, frowning. "In his way."
    "Then, was he at least upset to think I was dead?"
    "He was," he says, glancing away from my face. "Upset. Yes. But you've read your journal. He's glib. He thinks life is a big game. A joke."
    "I think he was upset because he thought I was supposed to be his Adept, not yours."
    Michel shrugs. "Let's not talk about him. He's moved on and so must we. Now," he says and moves my hair from my