“Think nothing of it. The play will start when we arrive.”
“Here it is.” The stylist held out a white fur coat that would keep Tatyana warm in the snow that had started to fall. “It’s a vintage piece, and it was being cleaned.”
Oleg nodded in approval. “It’s lovely.”
Tatyana gave him a tense smile. “Apparently my wool coat did not meet the dress code.”
While fur might be considered outdated in much of the world, it could be practical for the northern parts of his territory, and most immortals of the Kievan Rus preferred it. Oleg kept a store of fur coats he had acquired over the previous few centuries at the palace.
“That is ermine with a white lynx collar.” Oleg reached for the coat and placed it over Tatyana’s shoulders. “I hunted that lynx myself one hundred and fifty years ago. It fits you well.”
His butler brought a heavy wool cape trimmed with sable, draping it over Oleg’s shoulders.
Oleg held out his arm for Tatyana. “My lady.”Soon I will call you my queen. And there will be no distance between us.
Diana gasped. “I wish I could take a picture of you both. Immortal royalty.”
Tatyana and Oleg both looked at her.
“No.” They spoke in unison.
Diana’s hands fluttered for a moment, then fell. “Well, you look beautiful.”
As they approached the double doors at the entry, two men opened them to reveal a long black sedan waiting for them.
Moments later, they were alone in the back of the car, the divider was up, and Oleg turned to Tatyana, placed his hand at the back of her neck, and pulled her toward him, his mouth hovering over hers.
A spark snapped in the space between their lips.
She leaned forward, closing that small distance, and the hunger in her kiss mirrored his own. His amnis slid along hers, caressing her with his energy despite the layers of clothing between them.
The car turned to the right, and Oleg pulled away. “You hung up on me.” His fangs were extended.
“And you didn’t tell me about the priest.” Her icy gaze sparked at him. “The one who married us?”
“Yes. I didn’t want you to worry until I knew more.”
“And?”
“Mika is still tracking down the killer. How did you know about the priest?”
“You’re not the only one with spies.”
Oleg narrowed his eyes.
“Fine, my mother said something.”
He nodded. “Of course.”
Tatyana pulled away from him, touching the edge of her lip. “A group of vampires attacked my mother’s house in Wilga.”
“What?”Oleg’s voice was a quiet roar.
“Calm down; they’re all dead,” she snapped at him. “The Hazar were with me. Well, one of them might still be alive, but he is being questioned. My mother is fine. Marie was bitten and Marko took an arrow through the chest, but he’s very tough. He’s going to be fine.”
“And the birds?”
“You and the birds,” she muttered. “Who would think a vampire king would care about pigeons so much?”
