Yet there was also something in his character, in his mannerisms that unnerved her, that put her on edge and made it difficult for to remain collected in his presence.
“J-Jean did not mention you, I’m afraid,” she stammered, aware of her impoliteness.
Still smiling, Dracula waved away any implied rudeness with a flick of the wrist.
“No doubt it was a trifling matter for him,” he said, and then his voice became almost wistful, “but, ah, for me, it was a much-cherished gesture indeed.”
Luna found herself suddenly possessed with a desperate desire to know just what this hidden history was, this strange story that she had not heard from her husband whilst he lived, in which a man such as Count Dracula was so important a player.
“Please, if you will, I would like to hear more of that which
