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“Jameson, hmm? Isaiah, you have a paramour and you didn’t bring me here to meet him first?”
“I didn’t. I’ve been keeping him busy.”
Jameson smiled slightly, dipping his head. He kept his eyes down, but moved half an inch closer to Isaiah.
Isaiah hummed softly, and the look on his boy’s face was slightly hungry, totally cool.
Yeah, this was a roll Jameson could play in his sleep.
“What clan are you from, Jameson?” the old lady asked.
“I wasn’t born, madame. I was made.” He waited for the chorus of gasps.
“Isaiah!”
His boy looked down his nose, lip curling. “Are you questioning my decision? Is anyone?”
They all backed away half a step. “Of course not, son,” one of the older men said, and Isaiah’s expression turned dark.
“I am not your son. I am the head of this family.” Isaiah’s voice was ice. “My father left the care of the clan in my hands.”
“Of course. We seem to be misstepping tonight. May I introduce myself to your consort?” At Isaiah’s nod, the older vamp bowed his head. “I am Zenith. Isaiah’s mother was my cousin.”
“Jameson. Pleased to meet you. I look forward to knowing the family.” They seemed desperate just to believe that Isaiah had this under control.
“And we getting to know you.” The old man showed a little fang. “Shall we have a drink, Isaiah?”
Isaiah lifted his finger and, like magic, servers appeared with wine glasses. “Of course, Uncle.”
Jameson took the glass Diego handed him once they were being passed around, then tasted it. He waited several seconds before passing it to Isaiah. That was part of the consort’s job.
Isaiah took it and drank deep.Thank you, love.
You’re welcome. I really am here to be your consort.
You’re lovely. “Come, Jameson. Everyone deserves to meet my right hand.”
Jameson nodded, taking the hand Isaiah offered, then allowed himself to be paraded in front of the crowd, memorizing faces and names.
Isaiah was remarkably good at this, handling the social niceties easily. He’d really expected awkwardness.
Then again, he could feel Isaiah’s thoughts, which became increasingly agitated, especially when he met a vampire as young as he was, one with dark red hair and brown eyes and a sly way about him.
“This is a cousin,” Isaiah said dismissively, not even saying a name.He’s Damian. He wants me out.
Jameson nodded in the man’s direction, but never met his gaze, effectively cutting the man dead.
He thinks I’m stupid and weak. Ugly.
Well, then he’s the stupid one.His boy was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.
Isaiah’s chin lifted, and he kept moving, but Jameson could read the relaxation. “Come, I need you to meet my great-great aunt Jo. She’s wonderful, but… eccentric.”
“All aunties should be eccentric,” he murmured, drawing a titter or two.
“They so should. Aunt Jo, this is my Jameson.”
A tiny woman with a shock of pure white hair turned to meet him, her eyes exactly like his Isaiah’s. “Jameson.”
