I feel overheated and completely out of place.
“Look, that over there is Louis Lestat.”
“Lestat?”
“You know him?” the boy frowns. “He’s my master.”
“Aren’t the Lestat one of the first bloodlines?”
“They are, just like the Draven,” he points at me accusingly. “So don’t even try to act surprised. You’ve also been bought by one of the important ones. In fact, I’d dare say the most important.”
“Why?”
A brown curl falls over his forehead as he glances over his shoulder, and when he thinks no one is watching us, as if that had ever happened since we got here, he leans in conspiratorially.
“I don’t know how much you know about all this,” he whispers. “Cassian’s parents were the ones who arranged the Treaties with humans. They were very well-known politicians among their kind and ours. Bef
