“I could use a little something myself,” Adam said to the girls. Autumn wanted to interact with everyone, but didn’t know what to say. People stood close when they talked, touching each other briefly on the arm, exchanging information and affection. Not far away, one of the house feeders stood patiently as a vampire man grasped her chin and turned her head this way and that, scrutinizing her features, then took her arm in one hand and used the other to squeeze her bottom. “Oh my God, Maria, look,” Autumn said, unable to keep the enthusiasm from her voice. Maria nodded. She stood with her elbow propped on her hand. “I know. It’s a den of decadence in here,” she said disapprovingly. “Prude,” Autumn teased tentatively, watching to see how the other woman took it. Maria gave her a guarded smile that warmed gradually before she looked away. A man with platinum curls and sparse hot-pink highlights leaned in. “Isn’t it just terrible?” he asked in a deep, silky voice.
