CHAPTER EIGHT
Pampir brushed his hand over the wound and came away with red-stained fingers. He studied his blood for a moment before he scowled at the group. “How dare you!”
Nan threw back her head and laughed. “How dare I? Really easily, that’s how I dare. I watched that lot rush at you when you wouldn’t let them through the gate. They went easy on you because they didn’t want to put a single strand of your hair out of place without getting in trouble.” She looked around her at her companions and grinned. “But who’s going to tell on us?”
“I certainly will!” Pampir snapped as he steadied himself on his feet. “His Majesty will learn about your grievous wrong against me!”
Great idea to tell the bullies you’re going to tattle on them I thought.
The woman threw back her head and
