“But none of us are vampires except for Alaric,” I point out. “And my betrothed is many things, but a skilled and cunning spy is not one of them.” “Fine.” Arabella sighs. “I will do it.” All eyes swivel to her. “What makes you think you’re going to be able to infiltrate a community of rich, snobby vampires?” Isis asks. “Because,” – Arabella flicks her hair over her shoulder – “as a vampire myself, I’ve purchased a home in the Sanctus Estate.”
