Geoffrey’s thin face paled as he realized his rude, cutting remarks were irritating the oldest supernatural in the room. He might be an Enforcer with the power to null magical powers, but I could easily trace faster than he could blink and rip out his throat before he’d even thought of it. He held my gaze, beady eyes wide with shock and a touch of fear. The vampire Titus simply smiled from his reclining position, apparently enjoying the display.
