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Then Quinn was dismissed by the king and it was my turn to pay homage to Peter Threadgill, King of Arkansas.

“I hear that you had an adventure in the swamps yesterday,” he said, his voice cool and indifferent.

“Yes, sir. But it all worked out okay, I think,” I said.

“Good of you to come,” he said. “Now that you have wrapped up your cousin’s estate, I am sure you will be returning to your home?”

“Oh, yes, quick as can be,” I said. It was the absolute truth. I would go home providing I could just survive this evening, though at the moment the chances weren’t looking too good. I had counted, as well as I was able in a throng like this. There were at least twenty vampires in the room wearing the bright Arkansas outfit, and perhaps the same number of the queen’s homies.

I moved away, and the Were couple that had entered after Quinn and me took my place. I thought he was the lieutenant governor of Louisiana, and I hoped he had good life insurance.

“What?” Quinn demanded.

I led him over to a place against the wall, and gently maneuvered him until his back was against it. I had to face away from any lip-readers in the room.

“Did you know the queen’s bracelet was missing?” I asked.

He shook his head. “One of the diamond bracelets the king gave her as a wedding present?” he asked, his head ducked to baffle any watchers.

“Yes, missing,” I said. “Since Hadley died.”

“If the king knew the bracelet was missing, and if he could force the queen to acknowledge that she’d given it to a lover, then he would have grounds for divorce.”

“What would he get then?”

“What wouldn’t he get! It was a vampire hierarchal marriage, and you don’t get any more binding than that. I think the wedding contract was thirty pages.”

I understood much better now.

A beautifully dressed vampire woman wearing a gray-green gown strewn with gleaming silver flowers raised her arm to get the attention of the crowd. Gradually the assembled people fell silent.

“Sophie-Anne and Peter welcome you to their first joint entertainment,” the vamp said, and her voice was so musical and mellow that you wanted to listen to her for hours. They should get her to do the Oscars. Or the Miss America pageant. “Sophie-Anne and Peter invite all of you to have a wonderful evening of dancing, eating, and drinking. To open the dancing, our host and hostess will waltz.”

Despite his glitzy surface, I thought Peter might be more comfortable doing a square dance, but with a wife like Sophie-Anne, it was waltz or nothing. He advanced on his wife, his arms at the ready to receive her, and in his carrying vampire voice he said, “Darling, show them the bracelets.”

Sophie-Anne swept the crowd with a smile and raised her own arms to make the sleeves slide back, and a matching bracelet on each wrist shone at the guests, the two huge diamonds winking and blinking in the chandelier lights.

For a moment Peter Threadgill was absolutely still, as if someone had zapped him with a freeze gun. He altered his stance as he moved forward, after that, and took one of her hands in both of his. He stared down at one bracelet, then released her hand to take the other. That bracelet, too, passed his silent test.

“Wonderful,” he said, and if it was through his fangs you’d only think they’d extended because he was horny for his beautiful wife. “You’re wearing both of them.”

“Of course,” Sophie-Anne said. “My darling.” Her smile was just as sincere as his.

And away they danced, though something about the way he swung her let me know the king was letting his temper get the better of him. He’d had a big plan, and now I’d spoiled it . . . but thankfully, he didn’t know my part. He just knew that somehow Sophie-Anne had managed to retrieve her bracelet and save her face, and he had nothing to justify whatever he’d plotted to do. He would have to back down. After this, he’d probably think of another way to subvert his queen, but at least I’d be out of the fray.

Quinn and I retreated to the refreshments