Chapter 6
Armand paced his living room Sunday night as he waited for Kingston and Tino to arrive. It seemed as if Tino was all he could think about, after Kingston’s comments last night. At the time, he’d rejected the idea out of hand that he was infatuated, as Kingston had put it, with Tino. Since then he’d started wondering if indeed he was.
Not infatuated. That’s such a childish term. Something you’d find in…in that story I told Maurice about—damn, four months ago. When I was talking about lonely vampires and Maurice was pooh-poohing the idea we exist. It was just before I first sensed Tino’s presence in the city, and three weeks, I think, before I actually met him.
He paused to check the time. A few more minutes, if he’s on time. Then what? Keep acting the way I always have when he’
