Chapter Ten
Merrick took one look at the thief taker, and knew he wouldn’t like the man.
“Hi! I’m Savian Bartholomew. You the vamp who’s looking for a mortal?”
For one thing, the man smiled too much. He was downright cheerful, his long face and English accent all but radiating genial good humor.
“Whew, it is hot here, isn’t it? I don’t know how you lot stand going around with those long leather coats and fedoras and sunglasses all the time. Well, the sunglasses I understand, but you must be sweltering under that duster.”
Then there was his chatty nature. He stood right next to Merrick in the shade of the portal shop building, long tendrils of some blooming flowers drifting down from hanging baskets, effectively making a screen from the people shopping and meandering along the streets.
