The blond, Clay, blinked at me from inches away. He was in the club. He abased himself before me, and I remembered him doing it long ago for the one who had made him. You someone's pomme de sang? I asked.
Byron managed to lever himself around so he could give gray eyes to the other vampire. I'd never met her in physical person, but I'd met her metaphysically, and that had been bad enough. This is it. This is magic, not science.
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