“You raised those hands at her,” Raphael snarled. His voice… I’d heard it like that only in the echoes of my nightmares of the Monastery initiation. “You reached for what was mine with those hands.” “My king! I apologize. I did not realize she was yours. The scent of her blood overtook me. I forgot myself.” My king, the vampire had called him. I trembled at the word. King.
