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Inside the coven house ballroom, Alec was doing his damnedest to get rid of Sylvan. He felt a little bad about it because she’d actually been helpful. He had a few leads now thanks to her, but gratitude only went so far. After downing the last of his wine, he excused himself to go get another drink. His mother could be counted on to serve only the finest vintages.
Alec studied the crowd from the relative safety of the bar. Everyone was dressed to kill, pun intended. But most humans would probably be disappointed in their parties. No vampires feeding off enthralled humans. No orgies or violence. Not even the hint of impropriety. The euphoria fresh human blood inspired was something best experienced in private. It would be hard to maintain the same level of vampire superiority if you’ve
