Apparently Ruthven had already been preapproved for ghoullet-holding duty, Greta thought, hooking her stethoscope around her neck and reaching into her bag for the thermometer. It made sense, of course. He was well-known as one of the protectors of the city, old and powerful supernaturals to whom one might appeal in dire need. Still, it made her smile a little. She’d never seen the vampire look quite like that before.
