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Alice Wentworth sat silently down beside me at my table at Meilori's.
"I am somewhat perturbed with you, Roland," she murmured in her proper Victorian accent.
Now when a ghoul, proper or not, says she is perturbed with you that is not good news!
"What do you mean?" I said out of a suddenly tight throat.
Victor sat down beside her with a lazy grin. "She saw your ads on eBAY selling our images on a poster, a coffee mug, and a T-shirt."
http://www.ebay.com/itm/290746456435?ssPageName=STRK:MESELX:IT&_trksid=p3984.m1555.l2649
http://www.ebay.com/itm/290746458227?ssPageName=STRK:MESELX:IT&_trksid=p3984.m1555.l2649
http://www.ebay.com/itm/290746459635?ssPageName=STRK:MESELX:IT&_trksid=p3984.m1555.l2649
Alice's voice grew lower. "You are making money off my image."
I shook my head. "I will take whatever extra I make from them than the cost of their production and donate it to the Salvation Army in New Orleans."
Her eyes widened and Victor beamed a smile. "See? I told you so. Our Roland is one of a kind!"
I patted her cold, cold hand. "I make my living from being a rare blood courier, Alice. This is just my way to get you two to a larger audience of potential readers."
Alice bent over the table and kissed me full on the lips. Now, it was Victor who was glowering at me. Sigh.
I can't win.
"I am somewhat perturbed with you, Roland," she murmured in her proper Victorian accent.
Now when a ghoul, proper or not, says she is perturbed with you that is not good news!
"What do you mean?" I said out of a suddenly tight throat.
Victor sat down beside her with a lazy grin. "She saw your ads on eBAY selling our images on a poster, a coffee mug, and a T-shirt."
http://www.ebay.com/itm/290746456435?ssPageName=STRK:MESELX:IT&_trksid=p3984.m1555.l2649
http://www.ebay.com/itm/290746458227?ssPageName=STRK:MESELX:IT&_trksid=p3984.m1555.l2649
http://www.ebay.com/itm/290746459635?ssPageName=STRK:MESELX:IT&_trksid=p3984.m1555.l2649
Alice's voice grew lower. "You are making money off my image."
I shook my head. "I will take whatever extra I make from them than the cost of their production and donate it to the Salvation Army in New Orleans."
Her eyes widened and Victor beamed a smile. "See? I told you so. Our Roland is one of a kind!"
I patted her cold, cold hand. "I make my living from being a rare blood courier, Alice. This is just my way to get you two to a larger audience of potential readers."
Alice bent over the table and kissed me full on the lips. Now, it was Victor who was glowering at me. Sigh.
I can't win.
