I found myself wondering if their relationship had been apparent to all but me. I'm sure I was giving my thoughts away as I glanced at Kaniji, who stood impatiently by the fireplace. She seemed too calm to know about it. Tony was in a wingchair while Monica sat on the couch. Frank was on the other end of the same couch. Cyrene sat in the matching wingchair facing the cold fireplace and Kaniji.
Paul had trailed into the room after me, his expression neutral. But the vampires in the room perked, ignoring me as they watched my husband. I took a moment to look back at him in a black T-shirt, a leather jacket, and jeans. Oh …