Re: Biddy and Cassius
A two inch layer of silk, gauze, and velvet was luckily enough to mask Biddie's stiffening at the vampire's approach. But she noticed it, and disliked it doubly.
What was it about this vampire that rubbed her so wrong - and who could she hit to make it stop?
"But if they give up so easily, Lord Ravensworth, then how will I ever get a chance to arrange our victory gala?" Biddie's voice was sweet innocence behind her mask. "You wouldn't deny a poor widow of her few delights."
He didn't even come as a proper myth, for Lord's sake, the disobliging pest.
Vampires, Biddie thought with deep and heartfelt disgruntlement. Bloody vampires.
She offered her gloved hand with every sign of friendly pleasure. "Shall we?"