Elsbeth's crumpled newspaper tumbled to the floor. August held up his newspaper-covered wine bottle as a peace offering. "Got a corkscrew?" he asked. He knew that she had a corkscrew, or at least that there was a corscrew in the house. No one drank as much as Elsbeth without a corkscrew.

"And oh, I just thought it would be so much fun to talk to the press with my vampiric ex-fiancee," August snarked, "No, I had nothing to do with it."

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