Page 77 of My Big Fat Vampire Wedding
“Yes. I’m engaged.”
“To a mortal.”
“Yes, the one you glamoured,” Pandora said, unable to keep the anger from seeping into her words.
“Does he know what we are? Whatyouare?”
“No.”
“Then what is the problem with a little glamour?”
“It’s wrong,” Pandora told her.
“Why?”
“Because it’s … It’s like brainwashing.”
“Yes, that is the point of a glamour. To wash the brain of things we don’t want the mortals to know.”
“There’s no need for it. We’ve been managing just fine without needing to glamour Victor or his family. That’s not how I want to go into this marriage.”
“But with lies about your very nature is fine?” Ambrosia asked.
That wasn’t a bad point, Pandora had to admit. No matter how she didn’t like being reminded of that truth.
“It’s different. I’m not messing with his memory,” Pandora said. “He looked drunk after.”
“Perhaps my glamour is stronger than I realized. I have only ever used it on my familiar.”
“You have a familiar?” Pandora asked, not having heard of anyone else in her family having one. Generally, they didn’t want humans in their homes, in their lives, which was why some were struggling to accept the fact that Pandora wanted one in her home, life, bed, heart.
“Yes, of course.”
“So, you don’t hate humans?”
“Why would I hate my life source?” Ambrosia asked, frowning.
“So you don’t disapprove of my relationship with Victor?”
“Well, I have to admit it is quite … unconventional. But I would be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy the company of a mortal man. Their egos tend not to be as overwhelming as a man who has had centuries to become intolerably arrogant.”
“But?” Pandora asked.
“However,” Ambrosia said. “The point being you would have centuries with one of our kind.”
Pandora couldn’t tell her that she only planned to have a year with him, no matter how much that thought made her heart hurt. “I understand that.”
“Is everything all right in here?” Lucian asked, lurking in the doorway, clearly wanting to protect his daughter, but also wanting to show the appropriate amount of respect for his great-grandmother.
“You have raised an interesting daughter,” Ambrosia said, and Pandora wasn’t entirely sure that was a compliment.
Lucian seemed to pick up on the same thing his daughter did, because his brows raised.
“Pandora, can you give us a few minutes?” he asked.
She didn’t ask why.
She was happy to get the heck out of there. Better to let her father handle it. She had enough on her plate.
