If she had him all wrong, he certainly had her all wrong as well. She wouldn't just beat up someone to beat them. No. Amelia was generally a passive person, preferring to diffuse the situation before violence was involved. The only circumstance that would supersede this idea was if someone was threatening her precious daughter. Tenley meant everything to her. Before the child's birth, Amelia had come to terms with the idea that her vampire race would never give her the gift of a child. And yet...just three months ago, she had given birth to the most beautiful child. If her life was threatened in any way, you can expect that Amelia would turn into mama bear â€" literally tearing someone apart. Otherwise, she would simply use her words and her wit.

She graciously informed him that she was not interested in warming his bed tonight. He seemed like the type. She'd met plenty like him before. She'd even dated one that made her believe she was the world to him. However, when she found out what he really wanted from him, she left him cold. To sweeten her revenge, she had popped him a Viagra and made sure to get him aroused before she left him. To see him in such physical agony had been too sweet.

She listens to him as he tries to cover his tracks to let her know that he was not interested in her in a sexual way. She looked at him with a crooked eye. She didn't believe him for an instant. And then he simply continued, claiming that his hand was useless when his servants were not. "Servants? Why not call them staff and give them some dignity. Or do you just take it away as well as their freedom to say no to using them as sex objects. Then again, the way you appear to treat them, you might as well call them slaves." Was it harsh? Yes. Was she a feminist? Perhaps. She simply had a different set of morals and values. All those that worked in her household were well paid staff â€" full benefits and the freedom to choose. Perhaps she was just more of a humanitarian than him.

Even after telling him that she would make conversation with him if he could agree to her two conditions, she was beginning to wonder if that was such a bad idea. He didn't even seem like the friend type. And yet...perhaps she should shower him with kindness. Perhaps he needed to see that she was not a ruthless bitch. Really, she wasn't. He just brought out the worst in her.

She was already considering taking her drink and moving two seats away from him instead of closing to him. But something caused her to pause. She took a sip of her bourbon and almost choked on it as he asked where his manners were. She had to take a moment to collect herself before she looked over at him. "Manners? I was beginning to think you didn't have any." Braxton. He claimed it was a pleasure to meet her and she just knew that it was anything but. He was just attempting to be polite. Perhaps he was finally seeing that being a complete asshole was not the way to start a conversation.

Easing off the barstool, she carried her drink one seat over, putting only one barstool between them. She was inching closer. He still had a long way to go. "Good evening, Braxton. My name is Amelia Marek." "Soon to be Amelia Marks," she told herself. A smile graced her lips as she thought about Troy and how much that man meant to her. She could not wait to be his wife. Their love story was unique â€" a fairy and a vampire...and yet, it was perfect. Perhaps he thought the smile was directed at him. Perhaps he needed that to think he was getting somewhere with her.