Blood Traditionalists
Another assistant type rushed over to Diana’s side and grasped her by the other elbow. Although not painful, his grip was ironclad, and Diana could already tell she would certainly not be able to escape it. On her other side, the first assistant was humming approvingly as he checked over the handcuffs, making sure they were secured. “So,” the first assistant with the high, reedy voice said. “Where?” He was speaking to Anna and Thomas, though Diana couldn’t help but notice how his eyes flicked nervously over to Lazarus frequently. “Her room will be fine,” Anna waved a hand. “It will not,” Maxwell’s voice cut in with authority. “The fact that a human has a room in your ancestral home is horrifying enough, but to allow her to be held in quarters she is well accustomed to? A recipe for es
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