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staff as to her household whims?<br />
She actually said that about my “whims,” Jessalyn thought as she arched her neck back<br />
and ran sharp fingernails through Damon’s thick soft hair. And—oh, it’s no good. I’m no good. I’m a<br />
vampire princess, and I can look the part, but I can’t play it.<br />
You’re every bit a princess, your highness, Damon soothed. You just need someone to<br />
enforce your orders. Someone who has no doubts about your superiority. Are your servants slaves?<br />
No, they’re all free.<br />
Well, that makes it a little trickier, but you can always yell louder at them. Damon felt<br />
swollen with vampire blood. Two more days of this and he would be, if not his old self, then at least<br />
almost his old self: a full vampire, free to walk about the city as he liked. And with the Power and<br />
status of a vampire prince. It was almost enough to balance out the horrors he’d gone through in the<br />
last couple of days. At least, he could tell himself that and try to believe it.<br />
“Listen,” he said abruptly, letting go of Jessalyn’s slight body, the better to look her in the<br />
eye. “Your glorious highness, let me do one favor for you before I die of love or you have me killed<br />
for impudence. Let me bring you ‘color’—and then let me stand beside you if any of your menials<br />
grumble about it.”<br />
Jessalyn wasn’t used to this kind of sudden decision, but couldn’t help but be carried<br />
along with Damon’s fiery excitement. She arched her head back again.<br />
When he finally left the bijoux palace, Damon went out the front door. He had with him a<br />
little of the money left over from pawning the gems, but this was more than enough for the purpose he<br />
had in mind. He was quite certain that the next time he went out, it would be from the flying portico.<br />
He stopped at a dozen shops and spent until his last coin was gone. He’d meant to sneak<br />
in a visit to Bonnie as well while doing his errands, but the market was in the opposite direction from<br />
the inn where he’d left her, and in the end there just wasn’t time.<br />
He didn’t worry much as he walked back to the bijoux castle. Bonnie, soft and fragile as<br />
she seemed, had a wiry core that he was sure would keep her inside the room for three days. She<br />
could take it. Damon knew she could.<br />
He banged on the little castle’s gate until a surly guard opened it.<br />
“What do you want?” the guard spat.<br />
Bonnie was bored out of her mind. It had only been a day since Damon had left her—a day she could<br />
only count by the number of meals brought to her, since the enormous red sun stood forever on the<br />
horizon and the blood-red light never varied unless it was raining.<br />
Bonnie wished it was raining. She wished it was snowing, or that there would be a fire<br />
or a hurricane or a small tsunami. She had given one of the star balls a try, and found it a ridiculous<br />
soap opera that she couldn’t understand in the least.<br />
She wished, now, that she had never tried to stop Damon from coming here. She wished<br />
that he had pried her off before they had both fallen into the hole. She wished that she had grabbed<br />
Meredith’s hand and just let go of Damon.<br />
And this was only the first day.