Reynaud wasn’t exactly overjoyed about taking things slow, either, but he was certain it was for the best.
“He knows what my life is like, at least superficially,” he said to Antoine one Wednesday evening over glasses of wine in Antoine’s office at the plantation. “He accepts it, but grudgingly because it means we can’t be together during the week.”
“How does he feel about you having to leave town?”
“To take Jakob back to his King to face an accounting for his crimes?” Reynaud sighed. “I haven’t told him yet.”
Jakob was a Young Adult vampire who had taken upon himself to find the Sire who had deserted him soon after his first year as a vampire, severing their link before leaving him to the less than tender mercies of an Old one who had made him his virtual slave until he tired of him,
