“Do you want my honest reaction?”
“Of course.”
“I don’t like him. He looks down his nose at turned vampyres.”
Rául simply shrugged. “His line is like that. Unfortunately, his mother indulging him didn’t help. As a matter of fact, if a sabor wasn’t required to love him on sight, I doubt he’d ever feed from one.” His nostrils flared, and abruptly he looked horrified. “¡Dios mío, Tyrell! You’ve been fed from! Did you—”
“What, feed him? Love him? No, to both. I told you I don’t like him.” Especially since he’d threatened my pup.
“I’m relieved. It would destroy Duke Adam if you fell in love with his son, even if it was just to feed him.”
“Well, I didn’t. And before you ask, I don’t much like Ştefan either. The Countess is nice, though.”
“She’s a very gracious lady. She was kind to me whe
