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mistress would like to visit with you, Miss Tarabotti.”
    â€œYour mistress?”
    The actress nodded, blond ringlets bouncing. “Oh, I know they do not normally go in for the bolder artistic types. Actresses,
I am under the impression, tend to become clavigers, since werewolves are far more intrigued by the performing arts.”
    Miss Tarabotti realized what was going on. “My goodness, you are a drone!”
    Miss Dair smiled and nodded her acknowledgment. She had dimples as well as ringlets, most distressing.
    Alexia was still very confused. Drones were vampire companions, servants, and caretakers who were paid with the possibility
of eventually becoming immortal themselves. But vampires rarely chose drones from among those who occupied the limelight.
They preferred a more behind-the-scenes approach to soul hunting: recruiting painters, poets, sculptors, and the like. The
flashier side of creativity was universally acknowledged werewolf territory, who chose thespians, opera singers, and ballet
dancers to become clavigers. Of course, both supernatural sets preferred the artistic element in a companion, for there was
always a better chance of excess soul in a creative person and therefore a higher likelihood that he or she would survive
metamorphosis. But for a vampire to choose an actress was rather unusual.
    â€œBut you are a woman!” objected Miss Hisselpenny, shocked. An even more well-known fact about drones or clavigers was that
they tended to be male. Women were much less likely to survive being turned. No one knew why, though scientists suggested
the female’s weaker constitution.
    The actress smiled. “Not all drones are after eternal life, you realize? Some of us just enjoy the patronage. I have no particular
interest in becoming supernatural, but my mistress provides for me in many other ways. Speaking of which, are you free this
evening, Miss Tarabotti?”
    Alexia finally recovered from her surprise and frowned. She had no concrete plans, but she did not want to go into a vampire
hive uninformed. So she said firmly, “Unfortunately, I am unavailable tonight.” She made a quick decision to send her card
round to Lord Akeldama, requesting he stop by for dinner. He might be able to fill her in on some of the local hive activities.
Lord Akeldama liked perfumed handkerchiefs and pink neckties, but he also liked to
know things
.
    â€œTomorrow night, then?” The actress looked hopeful. This request must be particularly important to her mistress.
    Alexia dipped her head in agreement. The long cascade feather on her felt hat tickled the back of her neck. “Where am I expected
to go?”
    Miss Dair leaned forward from her box seat, keeping a steady hand to her frisky horses, and handed Alexia a small sealed envelope.
“I must ask you not to share the address with anyone. My apologies, Miss Hisselpenny. You understand the delicacy of the situation,
I am sure.”
    Ivy held up her hands placatingly and blushed delicately. “No offense taken, Miss Dair. This entire affair is none of my concern.”
Even Ivy knew better than to ask questions of hive business.
    â€œFor whom do I inquire?” asked Miss Tarabotti, turning the envelope about in her hands but not opening it.
    â€œCountess Nadasdy.”
    That was a name Alexia knew. Countess Nadasdy was purported to be one of the oldest living vampires, incredibly beautiful,
impossibly cruel, and extremely polite. She was queen of the Westminster Hive. Lord Maccon might have learned to play the
social game with aplomb, but Countess Nadasdy was its master.
    Miss Tarabotti looked long and hard at the bubbly blond actress. “You have hidden depths, Miss Dair.” Alexia was not supposed
to know many of the things that went on in Countess Nadasdy’s circle, let alone her hive, but she read too much. Many of the
books in the Loontwills’ library were left over from her father’s day. Alessandro