"Ethan," she said, her voice melodious, soothing. "So nice to see you again."
"And you." He kissed her cheeks and sat on the barstool next to her. "Did not think I'd ever see you in this part of the world."
She grimaced prettily. "I still prefer Paris, darling. So much more civilized." She hesitated, generous lips curving into the smile he had once ached to see. "Do you remember Paris? We had such fun."
"Yes, we did." Until she had tried—and very nearly succeeded—in bringing back his bloodlust. He ordered them both drinks from the bartender then touched her face, running his hand down the silk of her pale cheek. Her skin was hot—hotter than what was normal for a vampire. "Do you still own that apartment?"
Her smile deepened. Heat flared deep in her eyes, echoing through him, though it was little more than the natural heat of a fledgling for his master. This time, it held no true passion.
