Water Waltz is a mix of genres. It has fantasy aspects (demons, angels, a devil), a hint of thriller genre with political espionage, and a touch of a historical novel. The main romance between Triste and Varun is caustic and they two spend much of the story apart--in love but unable to be together. They've been separated for two years. Varun picked up a lover that's strictly physical and carries the same need of a loving touch without emotional involvement. Triste is swayed back into an ex-lovers arms for the same relief from heartache.
This excerpt from Water Waltz is after Triste's ex-lover makes an appearance, reminding Varun that he had lost Triste.
Triste found Varun in the study sitting in the leather chair with his
violin in his lap. He plucked at the strings and stared across at the bookshelf
without seeing anything. Triste cleared his throat and gained Varun’s unhappy
stare.
“What is it?” Varun
questioned. “Is my guest here?”
Triste remembered
Fremont’s appointment at nine. “No. I’m here to ask about your other guest.”
“The stray is to remain in
the guest room until you’re told otherwise, Triste.”
“I know. But this human
knows STAR. He refuses to tell me why, but clearly—”
“Do you still love him?”
Varun interrupted.
“Who?” he questioned
carefully.
“Zephyr.” Varun stood up
from the chair and walked around it to the desk where he placed his violin into
its case.
“Why would you ask me
that?” Triste whispered. “Have I ever betrayed you?”
“I didn’t ask if you would
betray me. I asked if you love him.” Varun looked up and caught Triste’s gaze
with his. “You and I are over. If you love Zephyr, it isn’t betrayal.”
“You believe I still harbor
something for Zephyr. After everything. After staying at your side—”
“Your reason behind
removing yourself as my lover was never clear. Maybe you had always wanted
Zephyr.”
Triste stared
incredulously at Varun. Anger swelled in his chest. “How dare you suggest I
longed for my ex-lover during my time with you.”
“Do you love me, Triste?”
The latches locking on the violin case seemed to echo in the silence that
followed his question.
“Even if I did,” Triste
said in a hushed whisper, “it would change nothing.”
“How are you so sure?”
“Fremont should be
arriving soon. Shall I show him into the study or bedroom?” Triste asked in a
tone far from respectful.
Varun studied him for a
moment before replying. “Are you upset I replaced you?”
The question stuck Triste,
causing him to take a single step backward. “Is that how you see Fremont?”
“You can leave, Triste.
Nothing is holding you here. Is it pride that keeps you at my side?”
Triste knew Varun was
aiming to hurt him now. “What makes me remain is the same thing that keeps you
from sending me away.” Triste didn’t know what bound Varun to his butler, but
it fit his lie well enough. “Now, I came here about Elden. Why are you keeping
him?”
“That isn’t something a
butler needs to know.” Varun turned his back toward Triste. “Prepare dinner and
dessert. Fremont will arrive close to nine.”
Triste bit his tongue.
“Yes, sir.”
