Good wasn’t remotely close to how Casey felt the moment Sylvie’s sweet lips locked to her own. Good barely described the inteion of the moment passing in her mind. Good couldn’t live up to the easy-flowiions of passion that were now passing through Casey’s body with the small flexes pressed against her lips. Living in the moment that Casey ted through the drops of blood that escaped her tongue and was captured by Sylvie’s swift licks, Casey gently draped her arms over Sylvie’s sloped shoulders and gave herself pletely to the woman she was bound to.

  -Nothio hide behind, Rivers. You feel it in your bones. You give her everything.-

  forted by the little thought of finally being able to be vulnerable, Casey subtly dropped her weight until she khat Sylvie had her pletely. Purring from deep within her chest Casey swayed until she felt herself in a light dip, all the while still bound together by their kiss. Unwilling to take any level of trol over their embrace, Casey tently waited until Sylvie swirled her tongue inside her mouth first then matched the pace with gentle and subservient licks to let her partner know the impassioned invasion was wele.

  All too soon, Casey felt herself get pulled so that she was standing straight and Sylvie’s sensuous lips had pulled back, ending their first kiss. “Mmm, You do that again.” Casey curled into Sylvie’s arms and purred lightly. “I get the feeling that it’s never..” She sighed, “..been like that.” Looking up into Sylvie’s half-moon irises, Casey kept warming up to her partner. “While my memory is misty, I don’t think I have ever had a k-kiss where I haven’t been..well, felt up.” Casey giggled.

  “Not quite the moment for that kind of kiss, Casey.” Sylvie ran her hands softly up and down Casey’s back, “There is another pd time for that, wouldn’t you agree?” Sylvie gazed lovingly into her partner’s gold orbs.

  Fluttering her eyes briefly, Casey broke the inteare the two had been locked in and then nuzzled bato Sylvie’s chest. “Yeah, It feels so good to not be just admired for boobs or my ass.”

  Feeling the joke suddenly hit her like a brick, Sylvie giggled. “You have an ass? I couldn’t see it from the size of your tits.”

  Laughter took Casey by surprise and she pushed herself away from Sylvie pyfully grinning wildly. “Oh, I was..” She caught her breath between intense snorts, “..not ready for that. Good one.”

  “I do hope we are not interrupting anything, Ladies.” An boldly walked around the bar where he’d sat the night before. “Oh, now don’t give me that look, Sylvie. You knew I was ing back.” An brushed his brown hair to the side and then poio the back. “Martin was kind enough to allow Amos and myself to e in without any fanfare.”

  “Taini. Long time no see, my dear.” Amos spouted in a distinctly British at. Standing the average height of most men, Amos Whitelock also sported rounded bck hair, deep-set brown eyes and finally the odd feature of a handlebar mustache. “Aren’t you going to offer your former master a drink?”

  Bew moon irises peered across the bar, “You lost the right to call me that. Sylvie is my name.” She lightly kicked the refrigerator behind her. “I save my drinks for paying ers or friends. You areher.” Sylvie gnced back to An, “You never mentioned him.”

  Casey walked and stood to Sylvie’s right as she watched the situation unfold. “Your master?” Casey inquired and darted her setting sun yes betweewo men. “Care to introduce me?”

  “You wound me, my little tart.” Amos outstretched his hand to Casey. “Amos Whitelock, you are?” He paused and she air. “Really now, a newborn and you belong to Taini. My day just gets better by the minute.” Briefly shaking Casey’s hand, Amos took up the seat beside An. “You finally mao do it?” Amos smiled at Casey. “Wele to the family.”

  Deg that the best course of a was to get the unwele vampire pair out of her establishment, Sylvie pyed along. “Casey, the oh the mustache is my creator, Amos Whitelobsp; Beside him is An Brown.” She paused awined her fingers with Casey’s. “Gentlemen, this is Casey Rivers. My progeny and girlfriend.”

  Gng at his watch, An poi the door just as it unlocked. “Right on time. Open for business.” Sitting as straight as possible, An smiled. “Two of your terrific Bloody Madelyn’s. Your bartending skills are the best, Sylvie.” An raised his eyebrow and looked at Casey. “Are you the one who serves..” He gulped nervously ahe blood drain from his face.

  “Yep, Served. Why do you ask?” Casey lifted her hand and kissed Sylvie’s. “I call her if you’d like. Did you want to tell her anything?” Suddenly feeliorial, Casey looked at Sylvie’s creator. “Sylvie politely asked you to not use that name.” Casey slipped behind Sylvie, making their eyes shine like an eclipse. “In fact, I am the only one allowed to use it.”

  Seeing An mouth the word ‘Raven’, Amos held back what he was going to say in favor of twirling the end of his mustache for a few seds. “Sylvie.” He half-squeaked, “I didn’t e here tue, I came here because An said he was going to ask you for some favors and I wao add oo the list.” Amos looked at An and then back to Sylvie. “If you don’t mind. I know we aren’t the best of friends, but this is for love..” He paused, “..and our collective hides.”

  fused as to why these two were asking her for favors, Sylvie nearly snapped. “You terfectly capable of doing these little tasks yourself, why are you b me with these things?” Waiving at the two blood bunnies as they arrived for their shift, Sylvie tinued, “I moved out of Petersburg to get away from all the mess there. It’s peaceful here. I am still trying to get rid of Phantasmagoria, the court cases are over. What’s left?”

  “What I’d mentioned before.” An tapped on the bar. “This is still teically your mess.” Adjusting his silk tie, An smiled. “May I please have a drink?”

  When a pressured and reassuring squeeze came from Behind Sylvie, She relutly gave into the request. Turning slightly so she could see Casey’s adorable eyes, “Thank you.” Sylvie cooed and kissed Casey’s pale hand befathering the items to make the drinks. “Alright An, I did promise I would hear you out.” She poured the vodka over a spsh of tomato juid blood, and mixed the co in her metal shaker. “What are these breaks in the veil?”

  Amos spoke first. “Sylvie.” He paused when Casey set a drink in front of him that she’d made. “Thank you.” He looked back to Sylvie, “You didn’t know this but I was in love with Livia Vegas.” Amos twisted his mustache and then poio Casey, “You, dollface, remind me about her quite a bit. If I am being ho.”

  “Don’t call me dollface.” Casey raised her eyebrow and then faced Sylvie. “I met her too, he’s talking about my boobs.” She rolled her eyes.