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one year with baldwin montclair » day 57

A copper kettle the size of a timpani drum crashed into the wall. Both brothers leaped to their feet. Marthe stood with gnarled hands on ample hips, glaring at them. “She is his wife,” she told Baldwin curtly.

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Ysabeau stood in the doorway of her enormous château, regal and icy, and glared at her vampire son as we climbed the stone stairs. Matthew stooped a full foot to kiss her softly on both cheeks. “Shall we come inside, or do you wish to continue our greetings out here?” His mother stepped back to let us pass. I felt her furious gaze and smelled something reminiscent of sarsaparilla soda and caramel.

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“You might have shown some consideration, Matthew.” Her accent softened his name, making it sound ancient. Like all vampires she had a seductive and melodic voice. In Ysabeau’s case it sounded of distant bells, pure and deep. “Afraid of the gossip, Maman? I thought you prided yourself on being a radical.” Matthew sounded both indulgent and impatient. He tossed the keys onto a nearby table. They slid across the perfect finish and landed with a clatter at the base of a Chinese porcelain bowl. “I have never been a radical!” Ysabeau was horrified. “Change is very much overrated.”