Snippet #1302758

He took control of her gentle hands with the will of his own. Despite the firmness in his hands, they were gentle when they curled her fingers over the blooming flower. The smooth, fluorescent surface of the crafted petals were felt to the pads of her fingers; fine lines and grooves produced stunning intricate details. It would be as though it were a real flower sprung from the gemstones that made it up. Once her hand completely cradled the possession Delacroix placed hand atop her fully furled hand and the other positioned gently and the bottom as though helping her hold it.

Looking into Ann, his eyes not predatory but wielding the same intensity and a tiredness that had followed for the six hundred years he had existed as a vampire. But something was alluring about they seemed to glow warmly with his smile; a generous, gracious grin. Being true to the gentleman he was, he lowered hi head and raised her hand and kissed it delicately before releasing it and letting it return to her side.

"It was a heirloom, once belonged to one of my grandfathers. One of three brothers that was a Templar knight in Crusades. There was a LaPointe in every Crusade. That was pieced together in the second. He made it while under the rule of the leper king of Jerusalem Baldwin IV. It was finished in the third under Cœur de Lion, or Richard the Lionheart. The Saracens called him Melek-Ric or Malek al-Inkitar - King of England. It has a lot of history behind it, and it was formally lost until I had the means to find it."