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stop herself from begging for an orgasm.
    Apparently, she should have paid more attention to the gossips. What she’d read about the aphrodisiac properties of vampire blood was also true.
    Healing took all of ten heartbeats. Every recent bite on her skin burnt, submitting her to an abrupt, unanticipated, and scorching hot pain so acute she screamed out loud; and then, there was nothing.
    She looked down at her skin and gasped. For the first time in years, it was completely devoid of puncture marks.
    They’d never scarred her; the vampires just grazed her. Cece, however, was covered in huge, dark, ugly scars. Fay fought the knot in her throat that always formed when she thought of her cousin.
    Cece didn’t like her all that much, and Fay felt too much pity towards her for them to have built a relationship, but she still was her only family.
    “Thank you.”
    Another new thing; she’d never had a reason to thank a vampire before. Sure, she’d had to say it. But for the first time, it was heartfelt. 
    “Don’t mention it. Now come here.”
    That was it. He’d bite her now. She obeyed with an alacrity she was not putting down to eagerness.
    To her surprised, however, his hand didn’t dip into her dress; no, instead, it went to her neck, to the collar she continuously wore, even in the shower. There was a lock on it, but the vampire simply tore through the leather and metal, effortlessly.
    “There. Much better.”
    Fay was staring, dumbstruck. Where was the replacement? The collar with his name on it?
    Then, she thought that perhaps he didn’t have it on him today. Still, why had he already removed her old one? No one would know she was a slave, now.
    “Now that’s sorted, how about you tell me what you know of Adrian Klein.”
     
     

 
     
    Three
     
     
     
    Vincent had just asked for a million, which had reinforced his first opinion: the guy wasn’t all that bright. In New York City, a virgin’s first fuck could easily be sold for that, at least. Twice as much in L.A. – they were even harder to come by. As an untouched AB neg, little Fay was priceless.
    Regardless, William would have paid ten times that just to get any sort of info on Adrian. Everyone he was associated with was tight lipped, because they knew what kind of retaliation they invited if the ruthless lord ever heard that they’d betrayed him.
    The girl knew something; the way her heartbeat had sped up when she’d heard Vincent’s lie had revealed that much.
    William didn’t doubt he might have wasted his cash, her info was likely to be irrelevant, but he was ready to take the risk. And to be frank? There was a good chance he would have purchased her anyway. He always tried to get some innocent out of the way, before the shit hit the fan.
     
    Now that he had witnessed what happened in Vincent’s home, he was going to report him. Normally, an investigator would have come out to check the allegations, but William was a Drake: his word was all that was needed.
    They were busy, so it wasn’t going to be right away, but in a month or two a clearing crew would be sent out to apprehend Vincent and his goons, and free the humans in his home.
    Sounds great, right?
    Well, it wasn’t – for the servants and slaves, anyway. In most cases, over half of the humans died during raids, generally killed by their masters. They probably thought that they were wiping the evidence by silencing those who could serve as witness against them.
    William couldn’t save them all without alerting the rogues of his intention to file a report, and he couldn’t afford to mess up his investigations that way; especially this time.
    Nothing was going to get in the way of his search for Adrian.
     
    William and Adrian had been friends until very recently; that bridge had crashed, burnt, and gone to hell when the man had disappeared with one of his protégé’s sons.
    Some vampires liked to brag about how many humans they had under their thumbs; William had no need to.
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