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be fine and they'd be happy together.
And maybe we'd be going north for a funeral in a few days.
"Well, uh, talk to you soon." Maybe. And if you get out, I'll be staking you soon.
But never mind.
"Yup," he said, typically laid back. Yup. Like being chomped and turned was as
routine as fixing the wood-chipper out by the cabin.
"Are you sure you don't need anything?" I asked.
"Nope."
Tina came in just in time to prevent my hysterical sobbing. Which was just as
well; I had nothing else to contribute. She was trailed by half a dozen stately
vampires. I knew from Tina's briefingтАФand by the way they held themselves
nowтАФthat they were very old, very powerful dead guys (and two gals). The
youngest was something like eighty-seven. Which was about as old as Eric.
It was hard to take them all in at onceтАФI saw a bald guy with dark skin, a couple
of brunettes, a redhead with freckles (an undead Howdy Doody!)тАФ
"Majesties," Tina began, gesturing to the group that had filed into the room.
"May I present our European brethren: Alonzo, Christophe Benoit, David
Edourd, Carolina AlonzoтАФ"
Tina did not get the chance to introduce the last two; upon Carolina's

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introduction, Sophie shot across the parlor and was upon Alonzo in a hot fury of
teeth and claws.




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Chapter 3


I barely had time to get a look at AlonzoтАФa blade-thin, fine-looking guy with
skin the color of good espresso and yellowish eyes, before Sophie was doing her
level best to claw his face off. Her speed was devastating. I think only Sinclair
could have stopped her but he just watched. All he said was, "The French," with
a shrug.
So, as usual, I was the one stuck with the moral high ground. "Stop, stop!" I
shrieked. "Sophie, what are you doing? Get off him!"
Meanwhile, Sophie was going for his eyes and a stream of presumably impolite
French was pouring from her spittle-ridden mouth. Alonzo did not appear
immediately hurt, and appeared able to fend her off. However, she consumed
enough of his attention that he did not say a word.