When Eglee joined the theatre and found her companion, she believed at the time that he belonged to her as she belonged to him, for eternity, hers. But vampires don't adhere to anything, not morals, not religion, not humanity. Only a few rules bind them to some semblance of order, polygamy didn't make the list. And the new vampiress has been grating her nerves. From the fateful night of your debut, when maitre presented you before the coven, Eglee has held this simmering, quiet animosity towards you.

Everyone just adores you, dazzled as you preen and frolic, with your large eyes, and musical lilt, and your pretty face, it doesn't faze her, yet it's the same face that lured her darling Santiago, damn you.

Now, she won't complain, or demand affection, she knows you'll never possess the depth of their connection, that you're a just a note, not the melody. "Don't you have something to do? Go over your script, foolish girl". It's been a year and some months but it's the first you two have shared a space, alone. Armand has already been irritating with his last minute changes, and now she has to put up with this too. What does one do when your lover's plaything, and biggest pain in the ass, is lounging on your bed, refusing to look at anything else but you.