[Daring Scylla]

Druist stopped cold. Upper lip raised. Hands clenching.
He turned slowly refusing to rise to the bait. When he faced his 'husband' his features were a polite mask. "What did you want to discuss, dear?" he said. A snarl was barely suppressed in his words, though he knew he couldn't push the vampire too far - if any of the Council or Elders knew about his secret love, the marriage would fall apart and the clans would both be ruined. Because of him.