Dec 23
Fandom: Anita Blake
Pairing: various
Rating: PG
Nathanial looked like he had been caught with his hand in the cookie jar and Anita knew her pomme de sang was hiding something behind his back.
"Aren't you supposed to be at the club?" she asked.
"Aren't you supposed to be at the cemetery?" Nathaniel countered after a worried pause.
Anita rolled her eyes.
"Why are you sneaking around, Nathaniel?" she asked, knowing that he was just about incapable of lying to a direct question.
Nathaniel looked stricken.
[Spare him, ma petite, s'il vous plaît] Jean-Claude's voice sounded in her mind, [he has your présent de Noël from me.]