Diana gave Rebekah an approving nod. It was proper etiquette. A singer needed to be heard. Stefan had never struck her as particularly rowdy, but then again, his kind could indulge in hooch.

Or maybe she was kidding herself.

The uneasy feeling she'd first had was returning to her a little bit. She just couldn't put her finger on what it was.

"You're lucky," she said. "If someone talked over my singing, I'd get down off the stage and scold them in public." Not that it ever happened. But that's what she imagined she'd do.