Jul 30, 2018
“so tell me -- ” he moved at an easy saunter behind the vampire, his stride slower than Varga’s clipped pace, but no less smooth. the weight of a thousand years of vampiric disapproval might be soaked into the walls in this place, but Asher had been less welcome in worse places. the tour guide could use some loosening up, however.
“-- now that we’re alone.” a grin, quick & bright. “how hard did you balk when David invited a lycan into your hallowed coven stronghold?”