Clarissa went on down the table, introducing Ms. Ramirez, a voluptuous Hispanic woman with beautiful eyes and a deadly smile as head of Florida. There was a vampire named Titus who ruled all of Alabama, not one Siphon warlock or witch in the state. He wore a cream-colored suit, custom-tailored—I should know since all of mine were as well—which contrasted with his dark skin, giving him an attractive yet powerful look. We vampires were all vain creatures. His eyes glinted with silver when he gave me a welcoming smile.
