Thick curtains of cobwebs shrouded everything, ensnaring the central staircase. A collage of images fluttered before his eyes and disappeared: The Countess kissing another man, then two other men, then kissing John, then back to the other two. Sex video “If you don’t my asking, what kind of doctor are you?”
“A specialist.”
“A specialist in what?”
Van Helsing smiled. Now Helen looked at the dance floor and said only, “Odd things happen.” Then, suddenly, “Do you want to dance?”
Gwen almost laughed. Gwen grabbed the back of the nearest chair so that she couldn’t faint. “We’re friends of his.”
“The baron has no friends.”
“It’s very important,” Gwen said.
