Okay, that's it. Lestat is trying to help, but reminding himself of that does not help Reeve out. At all. And he can't do this. He can't sit here and have this entire mess thrown in his face.

"Thank you, Lestat, you've made some excellent points and I'll consider them." He stood from the table.


"I'm sorry, Anita." The words squeezed against his heart. She'd never apologized. Not to him.