gregori-and-savannah

The storm is passing over us. Do you want to go to the bayou this night?_ he asked softly, separating her hair deftly and beginning to weave it into a thick braid. She loved the feel of his hands in her hair, his fingers massaging her scalp, tugging so gently on the thick length of braid. She reached up to place a palm over her bare shoulder, the exact spot where his lips had touched her. __ would love to go to the bayou with you._ He smiled at her, his silver eyes molten mercury. __e can observe wildlife for a change. No vampires._ __o weird society types,_ she added. __o mortals in need of rescuing,_ Gregori said with intense satisfaction. __et dressed._ __ou__e always taking my clothes off, then telling me to get dressed again,_ Savannah complained with her infuriating smile, that little sexy one that drove him mad. He turned her around to face him, caught the front of her shirt, and drew the gaping edges together to cover her tempting body. __ou cannot expect me to dress you myself, do you?_ he asked, leaning down to brush her lips with his. She actually felt her heart jump in response. Or maybe it was his heart. It was nearly impossible to tell the difference anymore.

Is it like this everywhere you go?_ Gary asked. __retty much._ Savannah shrugged calmly. __ don__ really mind. Peter always__ She broke off abruptly and brought the steaming cup to her mouth. Gregori could feel sorrow beating at her, a crushing stone weighing down her heart. His hand slipped down her arm to lace his fingers through hers. At once he poured warmth and comfort into her mind, the sensation of his arms around her body, holding her close. __eter Sanders always took care of the details surrounding Savannah__ shows. He was very good at shielding her. He was murdered after her last show out in San Francisco._ He provided the information quietly to Gary. ____ sorry,_ Gary said instantly, meaning it. Her distress was evident in her large blue eyes. They shimmered with so

A block from his hotel, Gary cleared his throat. __ thought you said going back to my room might be dangerou

Try to look less conspicuous,_ he instructed. A dog barked, rushed to the end of its lead, and bared its teeth. Gregori turned his head and hissed, exposing white fangs. The dog stopped its aggression instantly, yelped in alarm, and retreated whining. __hat are you doing?_ Savannah demanded, outraged. __etting a feel for the place,_ he said absently, his mind clearly on other matters, his senses tuned to the world around him. __veryone is crazy here, Savannah. You are going to fit right in._ He ruffled her hair affectionately.