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Louis was gone away in company with Armand and Lestat found that he could not condemn this as a betrayal; it was he who precipitated the distant coldness he'd seen in Louis's green eyes. The betrayal had been his for even as he had pretended Armand would not destroy their daughter, in his heart he had known differently for how could it be otherwise?
Louis had been so hungry for answers; of course Armand would want him—that was a betrayal he should have foreseen for he was no stranger to Armand's cunning.
What else had passed beneath his notice?