Marie loved to go out with her gorgeous husband and always had. And no, there would not be any doubt in anyone's head who she belonged to. Especially not the way she was snuggled against Remy as they ate. She looked over at the man in question and frowned. He did look familiar.
Then it came to her. He was one of the pets of a vampire in New York City. The master of that bastard who'd killed Lena and Annie. She let out a growl. His name wasn't coming to her, but if he was here in DC, it could mean only two things. He'd finally gotten away from the bastard, or Caleb was moving into the area. Either way, they needed to find out. "
Oui, mon coeur," she murmured, not taking her eyes off of him. "He was one of that bastard Caleb's pet. We should find out why he's here." Waving over the waitress, she asked her to offer him an invitation to their table.