Irina POV
If she had to share her former betrothed and lover with a woman, Ariana Wilberforce Lyunov was her first choice. There weren't that many. Contessa Sophia would have been acceptable.
"Ariana." Her voice was husky, sultry. "You won't regret this. I think now we should dry off--the bath is losing its charm."
Somehow, the three of them made it out of the tub, playfully arguing over how two mature vampires couldn't manage to get out of tepid bathwater. When Irina tried to make a joke about humans messing up everything, Dimitri snapped a towel at her.
"Dimitri!" Ariana shrieked. "That's not nice. She was just teasing."
"Oho, I see how things are," he mock grumbled. But she saw him shoot Ariana a look of profound love.