Sir Lawrence Alma-Tadema [Public domain], via WikiPaintings
“We do need you to remain silent, but I’m sure we can work out a deal,” she said, stroking my hair.
My heart sped again at the sensual tones of her voice.
Her husband’s dark chuckle startled me. He moved to kneel in front of me, his hand closing over my calf. “I think I have something you will like.” With a smile, he kissed my knee.
This is an original story, chronicling how three of the characters of my upcoming novelette, The Vampire’s Gallery, met. What you missed can be found here. It’s part of Six Sentence Sunday. Click the link for more awesome stories!
Please note: This is set around 1 BC, and is light when it comes to historical accuracy. I mean, no one’s going to whip out some matches or a PSP, but there are probably details I’ll get wrong.