I grinned. Not many beings ever snuck up on me or Val. Even fewer lived to tell the tale. The vampire prince had a reputation as wild as mine, and his truly was earned. “Blade.” “Axton.” I jerked my chin at his weapon. “Greeting guests with your namesake is poor form.” His answering grin would have had a mortal pissing themselves. It made me like him more. “Your second calling me a leech in my own court is in equally bad taste.” A hint of fang gleamed under the candlelight. I leaned in, squinting. “Tell me, how often do you sharpen your fangs to get that menacing sheen? Once a week, twice?”
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