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"A you Come You must meet Senator Grafton He’s in the h his and pulled hiht his eye and waved him off With some vampires, her familiarity could have been fatal, but Duncan was too used to huery wasn’t a bad person as far as he could tell Her strongest feelings toward him were curiosity laced with lust, which was partly his own fault
She released his arm when they reached the stairs, which were simply too narrow for such intihosting behind him like a shadow He had reached the twist in the staircase when anotherthe opposite direction He had a ruddy face that spoke of tooa crystal tumbler of amber liquid that sloshed recklessly as he started doard Duncan could smell the peaty scent of Scotch beneath the stink of sweat Thetowards hinition that there was no doubt he kneho Duncan was Duncan studied his face in return, noting the crude features and scarred visage of an athlete whose best years were behind hiuel?" He queried his lieutenant on a narrow telepathic thread Miguel was his child This close the other varessht And the ress theelse
"There you are," Margery caroled as he stepped onto the second floor "I keep losing you" She hooked her arain and drew him over to one corner of yet another narrow room, this one with thankfully far fewer people in it
"Max," she said, closing in on a pair of men deep in conversation "This is Ambassador Milford"
Max Grafton was a sent eyes And unlike Congressne flute in his left hand was artfully drained to half-full, but there was not a hint of alcohol scent about hiht hand to Duncan in greeting
"Aly deep for ahiery," Grafton said in obvious disht sound of protest that no one but a vahtly and turned to Duncan "I hope we’ll speak again later, Aers and lifted the the back of her hand "It would bethe slow honey of his Southern upbringing flavor the words
Margery raised the hand he’d kissed to her flushed cheek "Oh,Southern boys I’ll have to warn the ladies" She laughed again in that delighted way, then hurried off on her high heels
Duncan turned in time to see a sour look flash across Grafton’s face, before it was quickly erased "Brad," Grafton said to his companion "Give us a moment, will you?"
"Of course," theroo Duncan’s attention "Duncan Milford, is it? I don’t think Victor ever used a last na to say to that rather inane co the hu at the hostility he could feel rolling off the good senator He decided on a frontal assault "Victor spoke highly of you, Senator," he said It was a lie, of course Victor hadn’t spoken to Duncan about anyone, nor would he ever again, but Duncan was curious to see what Grafton’s reaction would be
The senator grew very still, those intelligent eyes searching Duncan’s face as if hoping for a clue of some sort Not that he’d find one
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