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There are three things wrong with that card," the king of the va like &039;shi amber waves of su to do with adorable, fluffy cartoon rabbits Three" And he sighed here "Rabbits do not sparkle"

I looked at the shiny yellow card, aglitter with sparkling bunnies It was the least objectionable of the pile of two dozen I had spread all over our bed What could I say? He had a point Three of them "It&039;s just an exain&039; die on ht?"

"I do not have," he ood fortune"

"I heard that I&039;"-I ignored Sinclair&039;s shudder-"but there will also be people who can&039;tdead, or whatever So what you do is, you send a wedding announcement to pull in all the people who couldn&039;t come That way people knoe actually did the deed It&039;s polite" I racked room would clamber aboard "It&039;s, you know, civilized"

"It is a voracious grab for gifts froed after ahere I was in the Wars of the Couth Coht There was no point-no point-in all those birth and wedding and graduation announce new has happened in our family Cash is also fine"

"But it&039;s still nice You didn&039;t fuss nearly so ical point"

"The invitations are weird Just &039;Sinclair,&039; like you don&039;t have a middle or first na?"

"Our community knows me as Sinclair"

&039;Our&039; my butt He meant the va "I&039;ue for what felt like the hundredth tihtand it was barely 9:00 p only three weeks away, Sinclair,bitchier by the hour

He had never liked the idea of a for cake frosted with colored Crisco He said that because the Book of the Dead proclaimed him my consort, ere already married and would be for a thousand years Period End of discussion Everything else? A waste of tireater sin in his eyes

After what seemed like a thousand years (but was only one and a half) I&039;d gotten Eric (yes, he had a first naree to a cere, and he sure never proet married without a heavy dose of snark

I had two choices I could rise to his bitchy comments with a few of ain Or, I could ignore his bitchy co, Sinclair would be ain

Then there was the honeymoon to look forward to: teeks in New York City, a place I&039;d never been! I&039;d heard NYC was a great place to visit, if you had obs of money to his na your na personal-"

"Not personal? It is my name"

"-it&039;s just hoas raised"

"Your mother took your father&039;s name and, even after he left her for the lethal flirtations of another woman, kept his name Which is why, to this day, there are two Mrs Taylors in town So in fact, it is not how you were raised"

I glared He glared back, except his waseven when he was unconscious, it was tough to tell All I knee were headed for yet another argu it in our bedroom, where one of the house&039;s many live-ins weren&039;t likely to bother us Or, even worse, rate us (Marc had given our last fight a 76-we started with an 8 based on volume alone, but he had taken four-tenths of a point off for lack of originality in na)

We lived (and would presumably for the next thousand years-hope Jessica was paid up on her da old mansion on

Summit Avenue

in St Paul Me, Sinclair, my best friend Jessica, Marc, and a whole bunch of others I&039;ht now I adoredthey&039;d all just disappear for the sake of so to the , was an acceptable substitute for actual solitude I&039;d never seen a divine bathroo a bath in the eight-foot-long whirlpool tub, I&039;d coh bubbles

The whole place was like a bed and breakfast-the fanciest, nicest one in the whole world, where the fridge was always full, the sheets were always fresh, and you never had to check out and go home Even the closets were sublime, withco families, I&039;d resisted the move here last year But now I loved it I still couldn&039;t believe I actually lived in a , I hardly noticed Sinclair

Okay, that was a lie Eric Sinclair filled every roo a newspaper Big-well over six feet-with the build of a farmer (which he had been) who kept in shape (which he did): wide, heavilyhands, big teeth, big dick Alpha male all the way And he was -I was vague on the details, and he rarely volunteered autobiographical info-but had died in his thirties, so his black hair was unray; his broad, handsorin that enarian

He was dynamite in bed-ooh, boy, was he! He was rich (possibly richer than Jessica, who had arranged for the purchase of this -I&039;d seen him pull a man&039;s ar apart And Iof the vampires?

And I was the queen His queen

Never mind what the Book of the Dead said, never , never mind what other vampires said; shit, nevera pud), and he loved me (I was almost positive); and in my book (which wasn&039;t bound in human skin and written in blood, thank you very ot hio, I would have said aover Eric Sinclair, sprinkled him with holy water, or handed hio up in flames, and it&039;d be really aard

Anyway, that was the way I wanted things The way I needed the to ask Especially when you look at all the shit I had put up with since rising fro of the va fuck at a rolling garter belt

"If you don&039;t like it," I said, "you can take a flying fuck at a rolling garter belt"

"Is that another of your tribe&039;s char post-ceremony activities?"

"What is this &039;iven up on the announceme for almost a week Jessica had hired plenty of servants, but we all insisted on doing our own laundry Except Sinclair I think Tina (his super-butler/major do for me to step up

I dropped the fresh, clean T-shirt so I could put lare "Your dad was a Minnesota farmer This I&039;m-an-aristocrat-and-you&039;re-a-peasant schtick stinks like a rotten apple"

Sinclair, working at the desk in the corner (in a black suit, on a Tuesday night-it was the equivalent of a guy getting up on his day off and i a bowl of cornflakes), sied and did not look up That was his way: to taunt, to e He swore it was proof of his love, that he&039;d have killed anyone elselike this wedding thing is allto do with you"

He didn&039;t look up, and he didn&039;t put his pen down "This wedding thing is all you and has nothing to do with me"