Conversation was allowed to continue for some ten minutes while Lady Linette mingled and made adjustments—to stance, to subject matter, to flirting, to lack of flirting, to eyelash use. She corrected both girls and boys. Sophronia realized, for the first time, that vampires had just as many rules to follow as women in society. Possibly more.
“Pardon me, Lady Linette?”
“Yes, Miss Temminnick?”
“Can rove vampires safely visit a hive? I thought they had to stay in their own territory.”
“Roves can visit for short lengths of time. Think logically, Miss Temminnick. Roves must have an alliance with a vampire queen because only a queen can breed new vampires. Since roves have drones, and drones work for the right to try to become a vampire, they must maintain an alliance with a queen. In exchange for drone metamorphosis, roves perform duties for the queen that the males of her hive cannot. Roves, for example, have much longer tethers and greater mobility.”
Sophronia decided tether length was something to bother Professor Braithwope about. She found the idea of vampire territories intriguing, but there was very little written on the subject. Since vampires perceived tethers as a weakness, this was probably by design. They did love controlling information.
Lady Linette clapped her hands. “Rotate, please. Lady Kingair and Miss Plumleigh-Teignmott, you pair out for this round.”
Preshea made her way to Lord Dingleproops. The young man was clearly charmed by the girl’s precise petty prettiness. Dimity looked disgruntled—she had her embossed missive clutched in one hand and clearly wished to ask Lord Dingleproops about it.
The dark-haired boy made his way across the room to Sophronia, despite the fact that Monique had moved to intercept him. He avoided her with consummate adroitness.
“We meet again, Miss Temminnick.”
“To be perfectly correct, sir, we have never properly met at all.”
He gave a little half smile. “Of course, one must always be correct.”
“Oh, haven’t you heard, sir?” Monique said. “Sophronia is always correct.”
“Is that your given name, Sophronia? Pretty.”
“Sophronia Temminnick. And it most certainly isn’t pretty. It’s a mouthful. Now, shall we do this properly? Lady Linette is watching.”
“Whatever you like, Ria.”
“Miss Temminnick to you,” hissed Sophronia.
The boy smiled wider. His eyes were a very nice shade of blue. “No, I prefer Ria.” He grasped her hand. His thumb made its way inside the top of her glove to caress her wrist. Scandalous.
Sophronia jerked away. “Stop that.” Her heart was racing. Undoubtedly in anger.
Lady Linette was upon them. “Show me.”
The dark-haired boy—I still don’t know his name, pox upon him—stopped smiling and made a very neat bow to Sophronia, as though he were encountering her at a hive house door.
Lady Linette did not look inspired.
Sophronia executed a near perfect curtsy in reply, perhaps a little brief.
Lady Linette called her out. “Why so curt, Miss Temminnick?”
“We haven’t been introduced. I wouldn’t want him to get ideas.”
“You wish to discourage the hive? Did I say we were practicing ways to dissuade a vampire’s interest?”
“You did not direct us to focus on encouragement or reluctance.”
“Very well, proceed.”
The dark haired boy said, “How do you do? My name is Mersey, Felix Mersey.”
Lady Linette interrupted him. “Family names only, young man. What kind of lady do you take her for?”
Felix smiled that quirky half smile. “The best kind, of course.”
Lady Linette was shocked. “Mr. Mersey!”
Lord Dingleproops said, from where he partnered a self-satisfied Preshea, “Actually, my lady, he’s a Golborne.”
Lady Linette was impressed. “Son of the viscount?”
The four boys in the class laughed.
Felix Mersey said softly, “Golborne is a duchy, my lady.”
“And Felix here is the eldest,” added Lord Dingleproops.