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"A bit touchy, are we? Also a bit daft of you to assume I give any care as to what you think of me," Thomas sneered, before messing with a bit of string on his jacket. Vampires. Dramatic and sensitive folks, it seemed. Mr. Grey's reaction was almost as if he'd been the one accused of murder...

Elijah realized with a start that he hadn't eaten anything in a few days. At least not since the last moon. Before Oliver had pointed it out, he might have been able to ignore it, but now he noticed with mostly annoyance the dull ache in his belly. If this was the kind of hunger a vampire...

"How noble of you..." Tom said, regarding Elijah's use of chains to keep himself safely away from humans. "Though one has to wonder why bother staying in London at all. You know the pack frequently travels through here. Why stay? Why not go make yourself useful as a farm hand somewhere out in...

Elijah was willing to bet that his two interrogators felt this questioning was as much an opportunity for a game as an investigation. No doubt Tom was already itching at his opportunity to get the revenge that he’d been denied a year before, and to drag it out so painfully slow. He should be...

While Mr. Grey speculated on ulterior motives for why Tom may have agreed so quickly to exhume Teresa’s body, it was actually quite simple. It seemed like the logical thing to do, and he was annoyed with himself that he hadn’t thought to examine the body thoroughly before burying it. The pack...

Tom gave the vampire a sideways glance. He wondered if Mr. Grey had actually even met his father. The latter had not said anything about it the night before, but he supposed it would make sense if they met once or twice. Likely there was some semi-regular coming together to ensure that the...

Tom could sense before he could feel Oliver sneak up behind him. The slight stench of copper permeated the grounds at this particular estate, he assumed, because it were filled with vampires. It was not that which gave him away, then. But underneath the coppery, metallic tang, there was another...

They held the burial the following evening just before dawn. A little plot had been dug up on the edge of camp, six feet down. Teresa’s human form was lost now, but they placed her small wolf cub body in a wooden box with a few of her personal affects – a brilliant red dress Eva would have liked...

Elijah paled to realize that he really was being left in the hands of the vampires, away from possibly his only ally, his chains placed directly in the hands of the one he trusted the least. He felt a sense of dread lurch up from the pit of his stomach, both at the thought of staying here, but...

Tom flashed a satisfactory, predatory grin towards William – Mr. Mortimer, as Mr. Barrington had called him. Whether he or his maker or even Elijah was responsible for this, somebody had to answer for the injustice. He could not lie – a small part of him hoped it would turn out to be Elijah, if...

“Oh, spare me the dilly-dally, dear Charles!” Oh, yes, please! Finally, somebody who was not willing to drag things so painfully out. Tom would had done it himself, but they were guests here, after all, and despite his impatience, he was not an animal (figuratively speaking, anyway). Thank...

The tension in the room was palpable, although every member of the dinner party was doing their best to maintain an outward appearance of peace and pleasantness in the name of diplomacy. Tom thought it amusing how Mr. Barrington, as he had introduced himself, could announce so confidently to...

Tom was sure he was not alone in his disgust at the thought of his blood running through a vampire’s veins. It was not the pain, for werewolves were used to that, rather the unholy thought of your own life force being used to fuel that of a thing that should have succumbed to death long ago...

It was almost eerie how quickly the door opened after the last knock. Tom blinked, looking up into the face of the footman. He had never been face to face with a vampire before, but he could tell the footman was not one of them. He must be one of those deranged blood servants he heard tales of –...

“Well, s’pose it’s your lucky day,” Tom said, leaning on the dog cage while he grinned patronizingly at Elijah. He held a letter in his hand, which he tossed through the bars at the other wolf. Elijah reached out and reflexively caught it between two hands. “This arrived this morning from our...