The reconnection with Avery may make me feel like coming home, but it was false, an illusion. Home, was in this man's arms. "Of course not," I whispered, turning my head slightly towards him, his lips found my cheek and then my mouth, shifting us both slightly to deepen the kiss, before eventually pulling back to look me in the eye. There was a slight smattering of magenta in his, evidence of his arousal and his vampire-within's recent appearance. "So," he said with a slight smile, "what have you uncovered while I was gone?" It never failed to surprise me how Michel could switch off the ardour when more pressing matters were at hand. I guessed it was what made him such a formidable councilman. Politics, as he had said, was the nature of the game. And Michel was very good at playing it. I pushed the momentary sexual frustration at his question aside and concentrated on the problem at hand, giving a detailed recap of Amisi's discoveries and where we currently stood.
