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"I'd be lying if I said it wasn't extremely flattering to hear so many whispering gossips about my attendance."
A fleeting laugh escaped his lips. "The Big Easy is interconnected with supernatural communities outside New Orleans, Yeux Charbonneux," Demetri began. He slid a finger around the rim of his flute, creating ripples in the sparkling liquid. While the platinum blonde enjoyed Persephone's exquisite champagne, he never accepted a glass unless his sister or his wolves — his sister's werejaguars are her jurisdiction — presented the drink. It was simultaneously a power move and security measurement. Persephone catered to the darkest of clientele. Despite his absolute power, foolish sheep — mainly desperate hunters or arrogant spies — were exceptionally fond of challenging his authority. Presenting his soulmate champagne was an excuse to approach him seamlessly. Demetri didn't need a reason, but from experience, a flute of champagne projected an unapproachable façade. The sapphire-eyed vampire wasn't above underhanded tactics to ensnare his other-half's complete attention. "While your body count is primarily mortals, the west coast communities, especially the vampire clans, are quite wary of The Reaper," he elaborated.
Ah, The Reaper; while the moniker lacked creative flare — a bit on the nose in his humble opinion — it was unquestionably apt. "You made headlines, darling. I make it a habit to stay connected beyond New Orleans," he chuckled. I have eyes and ears everywhere was left unsaid. Demetri glimpsed at his soulmate's bare skin. He would be lying if he said he didn't feel a surge of vicious satisfaction when he witnessed his mark on display. Without a doubt, it was a deliberate tactic; his other-half's subtle movements confirmed his assumption.
Is that— Under his harlequin veneer, a sharp grin adorned his face. —you mean he's— Once a single bystander witnessed the carved rune displayed on the serial killer's palm, the news spread like wildfire. Master— A hiss of pain silenced the whisper. —invited Azazel? While the brand stirred the crowd, a Persephone signet ring — a membership ring — perched on the obsidian-eyed man's finger made it glaringly apparent the mortal predator was there to stay. Demetri surveyed the ballroom, sapphire eyes glimmering with unabashed amusement.
"But you already know all this, Yeux Saphir."
"Oh?" Demetri cocked his head to the side. Light shined on his decorative mask, piercing through the eyeholes. Sapphire met obsidian. "What do you think I know, Yeux Charbonneux?" he inquired. His mischievous tone belied the monster lurking beneath. "What do you see?" Beneath the Venetian veneer, his crystalline eyes illuminated a brilliant crimson; the luminescent gaze penetrated the shadows. Demetri shifted his flute to his left hand and raised his palm. Clawed fingertips tapped the hellish skull shielding his soulmate's visage, the touch featherlight and impish.
A fleeting laugh escaped his lips. "The Big Easy is interconnected with supernatural communities outside New Orleans, Yeux Charbonneux," Demetri began. He slid a finger around the rim of his flute, creating ripples in the sparkling liquid. While the platinum blonde enjoyed Persephone's exquisite champagne, he never accepted a glass unless his sister or his wolves — his sister's werejaguars are her jurisdiction — presented the drink. It was simultaneously a power move and security measurement. Persephone catered to the darkest of clientele. Despite his absolute power, foolish sheep — mainly desperate hunters or arrogant spies — were exceptionally fond of challenging his authority. Presenting his soulmate champagne was an excuse to approach him seamlessly. Demetri didn't need a reason, but from experience, a flute of champagne projected an unapproachable façade. The sapphire-eyed vampire wasn't above underhanded tactics to ensnare his other-half's complete attention. "While your body count is primarily mortals, the west coast communities, especially the vampire clans, are quite wary of The Reaper," he elaborated.
Ah, The Reaper; while the moniker lacked creative flare — a bit on the nose in his humble opinion — it was unquestionably apt. "You made headlines, darling. I make it a habit to stay connected beyond New Orleans," he chuckled. I have eyes and ears everywhere was left unsaid. Demetri glimpsed at his soulmate's bare skin. He would be lying if he said he didn't feel a surge of vicious satisfaction when he witnessed his mark on display. Without a doubt, it was a deliberate tactic; his other-half's subtle movements confirmed his assumption.
Is that— Under his harlequin veneer, a sharp grin adorned his face. —you mean he's— Once a single bystander witnessed the carved rune displayed on the serial killer's palm, the news spread like wildfire. Master— A hiss of pain silenced the whisper. —invited Azazel? While the brand stirred the crowd, a Persephone signet ring — a membership ring — perched on the obsidian-eyed man's finger made it glaringly apparent the mortal predator was there to stay. Demetri surveyed the ballroom, sapphire eyes glimmering with unabashed amusement.
"But you already know all this, Yeux Saphir."
"Oh?" Demetri cocked his head to the side. Light shined on his decorative mask, piercing through the eyeholes. Sapphire met obsidian. "What do you think I know, Yeux Charbonneux?" he inquired. His mischievous tone belied the monster lurking beneath. "What do you see?" Beneath the Venetian veneer, his crystalline eyes illuminated a brilliant crimson; the luminescent gaze penetrated the shadows. Demetri shifted his flute to his left hand and raised his palm. Clawed fingertips tapped the hellish skull shielding his soulmate's visage, the touch featherlight and impish.
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