Bill watched as Belle scampered off back into the throngs of the party, he had no doubt she’d have problems finding partners going forward.

He buttoned up his coat with no small bit of satisfaction and it was gratifying to have people calling after them for next time as they left the party. When they reached the outside, he leaned against one cars surrounding their own ride, enjoying the night air for a few quiet moments.

He smiled at Scarlett. “But that image works so well for me,” he said. “and I see no reason to change it. Vampires are always caught off guard when one doesn’t meet the expectation of “vampire,” even when you’ve risen through the ranks.

He shrugged and unlocked the car.

“It is a pity for all of us that you remained clothed. Though I have no doubt you’d stolen what little attention was left to grab had you done so.”