Ambrus did not seem to be joking. He simply sat in his chair, his smile never leaving his slightly bloody lips, looking at me as if to see what my response would be. He didn’t even touch his napkin. Neither Jajaras, who stood nearby, or Reginald reacted, either, though they could have just as easily been in on the joke with him.
I smiled uncertainly. “That’s funny, Ambrus, but you don’t expect me to really believe that, do you? I’m the first half-vampire to exist in three centuries. Everyone’s told me that.”
“Everyone is wrong,” said Ambrus swiftly. He brushed back a single hair that was out of place on his head. “And that is just the way I like it.”
I had no idea if Ambrus was being genuinely serious here or if he was playing with me. He looked fairly serious, but he had also just clai
