Katelina was the last one out of the SUV. A short chunky woman stood on the sidewalk. Her blonde hair fell around her shoulders and her smooth skin gave away her immortality. Like Wolfe, she wore a long black coat and a medallion around her neck.
Verchiel gave the vampiress a wink, and Cyprus stared at his feet, as if they'd suddenly become interesting. Sadihra's expression was cold, and her words crisp and efficient. "Welcome to Munich. I am Sadihra. If you will come with me, I will show you to your accommodations."
She led them through a door into a narrow corridor. Verchiel went first, a suave smile on his lips. "Sadihra. That's an interesting name. Where are you from?"
"I live here," she replied stiffly.
His questions continued, but the answers were equally brusque. Katelina gla
