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Eiji barked out a laugh. “Kennard, you don’t like anyone that’s not English.” Kennard straightened and sniffed indignantly. “True.” Cronin couldn’t help but laugh. Kennard was oddly still a monarchist, even as a vampire. It wasn’t that he was prejudiced toward others—he loved his friends from all over the world fiercely—he was just staunchly all for Queen and country and heckled everyone else like he was supporting a football team.
