“I know a vampire on the hunt when I smell one.” My voice had dropped low and lethal. “So I’m warning you. Change your course now while you can. Use glamour on her, touch her, or in any way try to harm her, and you’re a dead man. I don’t give a flying fuck how many lofty ancestors bloody your walls with their triumphs. I’ll hang your head in the foyer on your great grandfather’s sword.” He’d gone motionless. All I knew was his stillness reflected the severity and the genuineness behind my promise. Because it wasn’t a threat; it was a fucking promise.
