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Jin fell back, slipping through air as the sofa unfolded and cocooned him in a plush cushion. He propped up his legs and lifted his eyebrows. “That’s Spindrift. Tearoom by light, bloodhouse by dark.” Now, hours later, it was time to do the reverse.
These weren’t the vampires with exclusive access to the elite society of snobbery known as the Athereum, but they dressed and acted as if they were lords and ladies anyway, and it made Jin even more proud of Spindrift and the allure he and Arthie had created.
After all, fear became hate when it festered long enough. The world always teemed with darkness, Ettenia had just given it a new name.
She was, simply put, a tempest in a bottle, tiny and simmering and ready to obliterate.
He knocked the back of his right hand against the back of hers. Their knuckles rapped. “We were made for trouble, you and me.”
“No, Sergeant. Can’t defy a law that doesn’t include me.” She was right. Ettenian laws were created for the white man, usually at the expense of anyone who didn’t share their pallor.
The one who draws Calibore free is our savior. The one who wields Calibore is Ettenia’s right and true leader.
She was still a child, but when you saw the cruelty of the world firsthand, you became a little cruel yourself.
They collected trophies for civilizing countries that had never asked for a redefinition of the word.
