Marcus seethed, struggling to sit up on the chilled stone stoop. If the vampire was telling the truth, he was hardly grateful. Why should he feel thanks for an act of common decency? It was difficult for him to feel sorry for Armand and his lover, but he could never consider murder anything but a disproportionate response to embarrassment. Nevertheless, it angered him further that the beast had threatened his pregnant lover, and he wanted even more to destroy him.
Raising himself weakly to his feet Marcus stumbled back inside, not noticing that as he climbed the stairs the house was turning to chocolate all around him. He was somewhat reassured by the sight if Tonks lying peacefully in their bed, but he did not find it easy to fall asleep.