Chapitre 64: Speak of the devil..

Esme was confident Lenny was not a hunter, so it was strange to see another human who was aware of the existence of vampires and in close contact with the King of vampires. The pair stared at each other, almost in a battle of will; who would buckle first? It wouldn't be Esme; she was too curious about this gangster. 

"Do you expect me to answer that? I will not be on the end of Gabriel's wrath," Lenny replied smoothly, leaning back in his chair as he raked. He pulled out a thin cigar and started twirling it between his fingers.

Esme leaned forwards, still holding his gaze and planted her hand on the table. "Like you said, I'm fearless. If Gabriel does ever find out, you told me.. I will simply explain that I …" She smirked with an evil glint to her eyes. "Had my way with you."

"Pahahaha!" Lenny burst into a peal of laughter. "Your way?" His dark eyebrow arched at this. "I get the feeling you don't mean it in the way I would hope."