Her relief left her boneless. "I don't want you to do that," she said, and for all the quietness of her statement, she couldn't have given it any more force than if she'd yelled it. "If you want to know something, ask me. Ask me." But she couldn't endure the idea of him inside her head. Eric had done something similar and she'd hated it. Vampires were trouble, she decided.
Some of them were also very kind. Like Lestat. His kiss was chaste and sweet and very nonthreatening. She turned his statement about relationships over and over in her head. The truth was that she had no idea how they were supposed to be. Her father had been indulgent, and so while others her age were busy being married off, she'd been allowed to roam freely through bookshops and hide in libraries during the balls her other sisters enjoyed.
At this age, she was nearly a spinster, but Lestat still seemed to enjoy her company. Unexpected pinpricks behind her eyes made her take a breath, made her lean forward so he couldn't see her face. "You'll have to teach me about this, too," she said against his throat, her head on his shoulder now. "I told you that you'd end up being my tutor."