“What do we have here?”A silky, feminine voice spoke behind him.
Great.Just what he wanted, confrontation in the afternoon.Not every vampire under Jaks’s authority appreciated his obsession with Quentin.However, they usually had more sense than to confront him directly.
He turned around.
Damn.
There were two of them.
Twins.Wrapped in purple leather and attitude.Black bustiers barely kept their breasts from spilling out, and their leather pants made Quentin question whether they could sit or if they just elegantly draped across the furniture.
Jaks would look fine in pants like that.If nothing else came out of this encounter, now he knew what he was getting his lover for Christmas.
The one on the right had a blue streak in her blond hair, the one on the left a purple one that matched their outfits.Their sparkling blue eyes screamed of mischief and danger.
He didn’t groan, but it was close.
Quentin tilted his head.“I didn’t realize there were vampire twins.Were you born vampires?”His scientific curiosity choked out his common sense like a WWW fighter.
“Nope, changed by the same master,” the vampire on the left had a chipper undertone.
“Your new doctor killed him,” the other said in an equally cheerful voice.
“Did Jaks absorb your clan?”It was too much of a coincidence to have three new vampires from the same deceased leader.
They nodded in unison, grinning—vampire politics at its finest.
“Nice necklace.”The vampire on the right admired.“Very sparkly.Wait, is that the Eye of Winter?”Her excited gasp took away some of Quentin’s concerns about having to fight vampires inside Jaks’s mansion.
“Yes,” he self-consciously fingered the ostentatious stone.
“Then you must be Master’s Heart.”
“I am,” he admitted, “and you are.”
“Allea,”—she pointed to the blue-streaked vampire—“and Andrea,”—she pointed at herself—“Master Jakinson’s best fighters.”
“And spies, sister.Don’t forget we’re very sneaky.”
“And spies,” she added agreeably.
Quentin was getting a headache from the banter, but they appeared delighted to see him, and it was better to make friends than more enemies.“Nice to meet you, ladies.”
“You’re very pretty,” possibly Andrea said.
“But not as pretty as your mother,” Allea offered.
“Wait, you met my mother?”
Andrea nodded.“She was kissing Braed.”She wrinkled her nose.
“We don’t trust him.”Allea frowned.
“Have you ever seen him do anything wrong?”Quentin didn’t want to cause any problems if his mother was happy, but he wouldn’t leave her in danger either.
“No,” they said in unison.
“Keep an eye on him if you can.I don’t want my mother hurt.”
