Until the Sun Falls from the Sky (The Three #1)(12)

His face was in my neck and he was still laughing.

He did this for a while. I sat stiff in his lap while he did.

Then his head moved, his mouth went to my ear and he murmured, “I knew you’d be fun.”

“I’m not trying to be fun,” I told the wall behind him with total truthfulness.

He gently tugged on my hair to pull my head back and he lifted his own to face me. “I know. That’s why you’re fun.”

I glared. He grinned.

He looked good grinning or I should say, even better, so I sighed.

“Can we get this over with, please?”

His eyes traveled over my face and hair. “Is this all for me?”

“What?”

His arm came from around my front and his hand gestured to my head. A hand, I might add, that was just as attractive as he was, all long tapered fingers and strong veins, really, it wasn’t fair.

“What?” I repeated, still not knowing what he was on about.

“You’re far more beautiful without all that garbage.”

I ignored him calling me beautiful. He wasn’t going to be a domineering freak, telling me he was my master one meeting and then charm me by calling me beautiful the next.

“Or are you trying to turn me off?” he asked.

“Do you mean the hair and makeup?”

“Yes.”

This genuinely confused me, so much so I didn’t guard my answer. “Your lady did it.”

“My lady?”

“Edwina. She came in earlier and gave me the works. I thought that was part of the deal.”

“Edwina,” he muttered, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, “too many good intentions, not enough sense.”

“Sorry?”

His eyes focused on mine. “Leah, Edwina is your housekeeper. She’s not your lady’s maid. Do what you wish with your hair and your face.” He paused then said, “Or, I should say, do what I wish with your hair and your face which means no more of that.”

I decided instantly that Edwina was going to do my hair and makeup every time he came over.

He must have read my mind because he roared with laughter. He did this as he caught me in his arms again, pulling me close to his chest and shoving his face in my neck so his mirth tingled, unwanted (but also not unpleasant), along my skin.

“I’m so glad you’re having such a good time,” I grumbled to the wall.

“I am too. Thank you.” His gratitude was also expressed against the skin at my neck in a dry wit that only made him chuckle.

“Is this going to take all night?” I kept grumbling.

His mouth shifted from my neck to my ear where he murmured, “Impatient.”

For once in my life I wasn’t. Not really. There were two billion and five other things I would prefer to be doing. However, since this was my only choice, I was (kind of) ready to have it over with.

His face came out of my neck, he pulled back and looked at me.

“I see your studies didn’t convince you this was something you’d take to.”

“I was expelled,” I announced.

His brows drew together before he said, “Pardon?”

“I was expelled,” I repeated.

“You were expelled,” he repeated after me.

I nodded.

“From Vampire Studies,” he continued.

I nodded again.

His brows drew further together, ominously further.

“Why don’t I know this?”

I ignored the ominous brow draw. “My Aunt Kate and Aunt Millicent went to talk to the instructor. They swore him to secrecy,” I waved my hand in between our faces, “the whole Buchanan reputation and all that. They don’t want it besmirched.”

“What did you do?” he asked.

“Sorry?”

“To get expelled, what did you do?”

I decided to answer.

Why not? What could go wrong?

“I was texting my friends, you know, to say good-bye because I had to move here and it’s not close. It was a quick thing for them. Obviously I couldn’t tell them I was all of a sudden a vampire’s concubine because they don’t know you all exist and they’d think I needed a loony bin. So I had to tell them I had to quit work and care for an invalid aunt they’d never heard about. They were freaking.”

Lucien looked angry though I sensed (shockingly) not at me. “They could have simply confiscated your phone.”

“They did,” I informed him. “Then I started passing notes in class.”

His eyes locked on mine then they blinked very slowly.

“Why?” he asked.

“Why what?”

“Why did you pass notes in class?”

“I was bored.” He made no reply so I explained, “We were in the vampire history part, that’s boring. It went on forever. The other concubines weren’t into passing notes. They acted like vampire history was their life’s true meaning so they told on me.”

He sighed and stated, “Leah, you’re forty years old.”

“Yes. So?”

“Isn’t it a little juvenile to be passing notes in class at your age?”

I’d heard that before.

Being juvenile was yet another of my bad traits, or so others thought. Like my Aunt Kate. And my Aunt Millicent. And my Aunt Nadia (sometimes, most of the time Aunt Nadia thought I was a hoot). And my goodie-two-shoes, perfection personified cousin Myrna.