“My great uncle Neville was a white Nemean Lion,” he said thoughtfully. “I’ve got a nice red coat, but it's not that rare. Are there rare types of Vampires?" "I don't know," I said, stepping toward the door. "I suppose there's not much to be rare about a Vampire, fangs that glow maybe," he chuckled. "Yeah, maybe," I grunted, then wondered if this was why I had no friends. It wasn't like most of the guards here weren't decent Fae. It was that I wasn't. And that I'd lost the desire to bond with people a long time ago. After the only person I ever cared about was ripped from this world, I decided
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god i feel bad for him
