But he was the Master of the City, and none of his vampires would defy him to his face. Barely a month between New Orleans and St. Nathaniel acts like this is his home. He looked down, and emotions fought across his face.
Jean-Claude and I stared at each other over his bent head. Between the two of them, they're like your wife. Don't ask the rest of them, they'll all make you feel bad, because they don't pass out either. As if Sheriff Christopher had read my mind, he moved up.
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