Andre watched and listened from his perch in a tall oak. He had chosen it because it gave him a perfect view of the spot where Thorin and Estebe were supposed to meet.
He saw Estebe and his companion appear and heard his words. For a few seconds, he wondered if he and the other vampires had misjudged Sand’s motives. We didn’t, he told himself. I know him. He has been honest to a fault with me, and with Thorin. To Grigorii and Baptiste he said, ::Don’t believe the lying sack of s**t. Pardon my language.::
::The description fits,:: Grigorii replied. ::I have never met a werewolf who wouldn’t lie if it behooved him, with the exception of your Sandalio.::
::I’m certain he would, too, if necessary,:: Baptiste put in. ::In this case, however, he is on our side. I have no doubts about it.::
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