“You mean the Vampire who threw Roxanya off of a roof and broke her spine in a blood frenzy?” she asked sweetly. “Honestly, Hail, next you’ll be saying you preferred the mortal who drove her off of a bridge and left her to drown.” Hail straightened at the reproach, his attention shifting from his wife to me once more. “I did rather enjoy watching you beating the shit out of that son-of-a-bitch,” he said to me, and my lips lifted in a grim smile.
