“Aristide wasn’t thrilled because he has the personality of a moldy blanket that has been left to soak in a swamp for several centuries,” Noctus said. Aristide—with his vampire hearing—stopped long enough to turn around and scowl in our direction. “I heard that,” he snapped. “And I hope that trash griffin of hers poops on you!” Noctus held out his hand toward Aristide. “A very fine example.”
