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Woke up early today with a very fun scene for my vampires in mind.
This book is clearly refusing to be written in order. So be it. This is from much later in the story, after [spoilers]. But it shows a playful side of Leander that we rarely see.
In other news, my new Wolf book is finally also up on Apple. They took their sweet time.
Not much else happening, I'm on a recovery day after the intense weekend with my sister. (It was good, don't get me wrong, just a lot of things and me going into overwhelm.)
Anyway. Have some Melody and Leander.
“Ma’am, we have a report about a, ahem, corpse being brought into this house.”
That bloody caddie. He’d tattled on her, after all, despite the generous tip. If she ever saw him again, he’d rue his deed.
“Well,” she said, putting her hand on her chest, trying to sound as exasperated as she could. “That is certainly an interesting turn of events.”
“My apologies, Ma’am, but we do need to investigate this report. I am very sorry. The… err, witness said that you… err… carried it into the house.”
She managed a tinkling laugh. “Someone is certainly prone to exaggeration. Do I look as if I can carry a person?”
“No, Ma’am, you don’t, and I’m not implying…”
“But you are, Detective.” No, Melody would not let him off the hook.
A sound behind her made her turn, carefully moving as slowly as a human would. Leander was leaning against the doorjamb, saucer in one hand, cup of tea in the other, looking as posh as anyone of the British upper class.
“That corpse, Constable, would be me.” He sounded British, as well.