It was only by his clothes, and something around the eyes, perhaps, that Brother Diaz was finally able to place him. “Baron Rikard?” The vampire looked, if anything, faintly amused. “The very same.” “You have something…” Alex pointed at the corner of her mouth. “Just here.” “Ah.” He whisked out a handkerchief, licked one corner, then dabbed away a bloody smudge. “How incredibly gauche of me.”
