Outlaws Of amor

Pushing the argument she had had with her friends to the back of her mind, Tiana went inicial and quite cheerfully opened her copy of Mastering the Art of French Cooking. Lestat hadn’t dicho whether o not vampiros could still eat normal food, although she assumed that if they could drink wine, they could eat.

“This sounds good,” she murmured, finding a page marked “Cassoulet,” and since she had the majority of ingredients on her anyway, she set to work chopping and cooking and washing and then finally pouring two glasses of red wine. Just as the meal was finished, there was a knock on...

Tiana stared at him. “W-what? You...you amor me?”

Lestat shrugged, almost modestly. “Funny, isn’t it? tu don’t expect vampiros to fall in love.”

“But tu hardly know me!” Tiana exclaimed. “How can tu possibly know it’s really love?”

“I don’t.” He shrugged, again. “All I know is that I want to protect you; from all the vampiros and the other dangers of the world.” His eyes met hers. “You’re so vulnerable, Tiana. I know you’re feisty and tu can look after yourself, but you’re an easy target for predators.”

“You make me sound like a gazelle,” Tiana...

“So, where do tu want me to start from?”

“The beginning would be good.”

Lestat smirked. “The whole sordid bit?” He sat down on the sofa and leaned back, looking up at her. “Where a young man, barely an adult, was abducted and turned into a vampire por another who then left him to fend for himself for years; who abandoned him to learn the rules of vampirism alone?”

Tiana sank down onto the table, facing him. “How old were you?”

“ I was almost thirty.” He shrugged at her. “I can still remember, even now, how scared I was; what it felt like when my corazón was racing in fear.”...

When Belle eventually got back to the castle, after bidding goodbye to Tiana and Meg, she was surprised not to find Prince Adam waiting for her in the hallway o the lounge, as he usually was, waiting to give her some other task to add to her usual daily list. She didn’t mind this job, after all, it gave her a cama and food. Since her Papa had died, the cottage they had been renting had been recalled. Thankfully she had just started this job before she could be made homeless. Plus, being PA to a prince had its other perks too; she could attend social gatherings, even if her best dresses did...

“That was amazing,” Tiana whispered as Lestat finally set down the violin. He gave a sweeping bow as their gypsy companions applauded him.

“You are a natural,” gushed the man. “How did tu get to be so good?”

Lestat waved his praise away, modestly. “I’ve been playing for a long time. I’m fairly sure I made a few mistakes.”

“Your boyfriend is too modest,” the gypsy woman dicho to Tiana.

Tiana blushed. “Oh, he’s not my...well...”

She looked at Lestat for help. He smiled. “We’re just friends.”

The woman laughed. “Nonsense! I see the way tu look at her! tu think...