– I don't think she'd take it as well as Cedric.

– But why did you tell him? – I asked. I was irritated. – It's none of your business!

– Don't be nervous. Cedric wasn't even surprised. I was surprised to see you with that bartender in Toronto. – Markus's tone was so calm that I was suddenly ashamed of my temper. But I wasn't going to apologise: Markus really had no right to reveal what he'd seen. Not even to his brother. He didn't!

– I'm not nervous. It's just my own business, don't you think? – I responded to Markus's retort with the same calmness.

– I do. But you have to admit, it wasn't a pleasant discovery.

– I don't care.

– Neither do I.

– Well, that's perfect.

– You're being ironic. – Markus looked at me. – 'But I don't want Mariszka or my and your parents to find out about this. Please be more discreet.

– I wonder if you are lecturing your friend Brandon on this. – The irony never left my voice.

– He doesn't need them. He doesn't care what anyone else thinks.

– That's where we're alike.

– No. You love your family too much to do it out in the open like Brandon does. Frankly, I don't know why he's suddenly gone off the rails.

– Yeah, he used to be nothing but annihilating to mortals. – I shrugged. – But now his life seems to revolve around the skirts of mortals.

– I don't think so. Brandon… It's hard to understand his nature.

– Have you tried asking him the reasons for this sudden change?

Markus suddenly laughed briefly.

– Of course I have! – He answered my question and stopped talking.

– Do I have to get every word out of you? – I said jokingly and tapped him lightly on the shoulder. – What did he say?

– The same as you did.

– That it's none of your business?

– Yes.

There was silence. We drove in silence on the wide, flat road.

It's weird. Brandon and Markus were best friends. For years. Decades. Centuries. And suddenly this Englishman declares to Markus that taking an interest in his best friend's life is "none of his business"? What's happened to him? No-one can change so suddenly. 180 degrees.

But Brandon wasn't a doormat like the rest of the vampires. He didn't hide his passion for mortals from others. I do. He didn't. And that's what I admired about him. That openness. This insane disregard for others, their beliefs, their views. Our beliefs. I hope I'll be like that. One day.

– He is weirdo! – I said quietly, and then I stared at Markus's face again. – The woman he's in love with. Do you know her? Who is she?

– You won't believe this, but I have no idea. – Markus sighed heavily. For a moment his face became very serious. – I wish I knew…

– What the hell is going on with that bastard? – The mystery surrounding Brandon Grayson tugged at me like a Siren. Why would I want to know? What do I care?

Let it go, Maria. Let it go now.

– I'm not sure what I'm guessing, but I'm getting the idea that Brandon isn't in love with sex with mortals, but with his power over them," Markus suddenly changed the subject.

– Well, that sounds like the Brandon I know," I chuckled. – Still, I'd like to know which one of us was unlucky enough to be the object of his lust. No, wait… The object of his affection. Ha ha! That sounds so ridiculous, knowing we're talking about him!

I wanted it so badly. To the point of a mind spasm.

– He's not as bad as he seems," Markus said in a cool tone, as if defending his best friend's honour.

– I'm not saying he's bad. I'm saying it's hard to believe this amazing event. He's fallen in love! Ha! – I parried.

But I wasn't actually amused. I was sorry.

– Okay, let's leave the poor guy alone, okay? – Markus asked in a strained tone, turning his car sharply to the right. It was only now that I noticed that we were making our way through a dense line of cars, as if frozen in a traffic jam.