Madness and Movement

It was madness.

Madness for him to declare such words in the presence of a higher power–but he gambled and risked it. There had been a time when Cassius Blackwell was not the greatest Lord among the Vampire kind.

He remembered it now.

The Vampire Lord had been a whelp. Someone who had to learn from Lady Reinhart and Lord Hawthorne, and many others. 

It took a certain amount of foresight and experience to know when arrogance was just enough to receive a glare and when it had resulted in a beating or punishment from the certain old hag.

Yes, Cassius Blackwell knew that very well.

And the Moon Goddess had indicated all the signs that she was interested in him.

Not romantically.

Not that, or else he would have realized it, but he could tell that she was intrigued by his presence. Intrigued and interested enough to tolerate his presence.

Cassius Blackwell read the atmosphere in the air.