Josephine began grandly as they strolled along a terrace, “and make a blanket statement. I like alcohol.” She swerved, so Rune put his arm around her. He might’ve given her a jot too much. She’d had two more draws from his finger. “I think I’ve created a monster.” At least she was prepped for questioning. “That blood mead you mentioned? Completely down with trying it. Hey, been thinking about phantoms . . .” She’d asked him myriad things about her species, but he’d had little information to give her. In all seriousness, she said, “If a phantom has an orgasm, is it a phantasm?” He grinned. “I’m certain of it.” She craned her head up, coming to a stop. “Look at the stars. I love stargazing.” “Have you ever flown on a plane?” Over dinner, she’d admitted she’d never been out of the American South.
