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him. It hadn’t taken long for Charles to guess his weakness around
the indentured servant. Right after they’d taken her in, William knew he could
never get too close to the girl or he’d end up killing her. Her aroma, the
sumptuous smell of the blood pumping through her veins was enough to drive him
mad with desire. As she’d grown, his longing for her blood changed. Yes, he
still wanted to sip from her supple neck, but Isabel had matured into a fine
young woman. Now that she was twenty years old he wanted to do so much more
than simply bite her. William wanted to own her, to possess her as his own- but
he couldn’t. The Vampire Council didn’t look kindly on members who fraternized
with dinner.
    “Do what you
like,” William said.
    The smile
that crossed Charles mouth made him look like a devil. “Isabel!”
    “You could
be more refined about it.”
    Charles
shrugged and leaned back in his chair. “How dull. I’m not you, and nor do I
care to be.”
    “One of us
has to be responsible else we’ll be fugitives out on the street. Without the
protection of the council do you know what might happen to us?”
    “We’d be
free?” Charles said as he examined his perfectly manicured nails.
    “Penniless
and vulnerable. We’d be dead within weeks.”
    “You think
too little of yourself. I’m sure we could outrun the council’s wrath.”
    William
frowned at the fire. “There are worse things out there.”
    Charles
shrugged, and William decided to drop the subject. There was no use lecturing-
Charles did what he liked and consequences be damned.
    The
pitter-patter of slippers on the flagstones sounded outside the door and perfume
of Isabel’s blood filled William’s nose, draining away all the annoyance he
felt toward his little brother in a manner of seconds.
    Charles
smirked at him as the door creaked open and Isabel stepped inside. Her long
brown hair hung loose and wet over her back. Underneath the linen robe, William
spotted the thin cotton of her chemise. They’d disturbed her from a bath, no
doubt. She stepped into the room tentatively and curtsied. “How may I help my
Masters?”
    Charles eyes
traveled over her form and his smirk deepened. “I’m famished, but I believe my
dear brother also has something to speak to you about.”
    William grit
his teeth and turned to the fire, the annoyance seeping back. “I wish to
discuss that matter in private.”
    Out of the
corner of his eye, he saw Charles shrug, but the glint in his brother’s eye
gave his thoughts away. “I’ll just have a sip before I leave.”
    Charles’
hand shot out and wrapped around Isabel’s narrow wrist, engulfing it. Then he
pulled her onto his lap like she was only a child. In many ways she was.
William himself had been hardly older than twenty-five when he’d been turned,
and Charles was hardly even twenty-two. That was sixty years ago.
    Isabel’s
blue eyes widened as Charles wrapped his hands around her slender waist.
Through the layers of fabric, William noticed how flat her stomach was and the
roundness of her breasts as Charles’ hands traveled toward them.
    “No corset?”
Charles said, his hands resting over her pert nipples.
    Isabel bit
her full bottom lip; the teeth sinking into it in the way William fantasied
doing a hundred times before. Instead of looking away, she stared right at him,
her eyes burning into his and begging him. No. He just imagined it. She begged
nothing of him in the entire time she’d been in their care.
    William dug
his fingers into the arms of his chair and narrowed his eyes at Charles. “You
know how the council feels about such relationships.”
    Charles
caressed Isabel’s mounds, and her nipples hardened at the slightest touch. “Do
you think I give a damn what the council thinks?”
    William
sighed. Why couldn’t Charles see that acting like a reckless fool would only
get him killed? “If you like your life the way it is you would.”
    Charles
rubbed his lips over her smooth neck.