Charlotte Sanguinite
“You got me jewelry?” I ask hesitantly.
“No.” He grins, as if amused by my question. “This is a product my company makes. It will hide what you are. Whether you are a vampire or a shifter, it will conceal your scent altogether. It will help you pass as human.”
I stare down at the bracelet. “You’re telling me this little thing does all that? Is it magic?”
“Technology,” Robert chuckles. “It’s proprietary. My company is the only one in the world producing these. We’ve had requests from vampire buyers, but we don’t sell to them. Conflict of interest and all. We vet all our customers.”
“But it’s okay for me to have one?” I want to confirm.
“Yes,” Robert takes my hand in his and slips the bracelet onto my wrist. He then squeezes it, and it compresses, leaving only a sm
