“I can concede to that.” He drummed his fingers on the arm of his chair. “To answer your question, these parties have become quite dull. You see, I’m the excuse for them.”
“Then this ball is for ya?”
“No, it’s their ball. I was perfectly content feeding on my own. Now that I’m the coven’s bait, my normal pastimes have lost some of their joy. I enjoy the thrill of the chase. Being somewhere I ought not be, with someone I oughtn’t be with. Danger.”
The idea of it, anyway. As a hunter, a predator, a monster, as Seth put it, danger was hard to come by. But the mere thought of being caught gave Laurent a rush like nothing else.
“Afternoon tea?” he continued. “Dinner parties? Croquet? All a dreadful bore.”
At least he could go out of doors.
A superstition humans got wrong. Sunlight didn’t
