This was going to be a cinch.
* * * *
De Vivar
“You sent for me, Juan?” Rhiannon sauntered over to him.
“Master!” he snarled. When was she going to learn to address him with the proper respect?
“Yeah, what you said. So what ‘cha want?”
He ran his eyes over the blonde vampyre and let his fangs show, satisfied when she backed away in fear. He’d turned her in a moment of boredom some decades ago, not even caring enough to f**k the b***h. And whatever had possessed him to visit San Francisco, of all cities?
He shook his head. It wasn’t important. What was important was convincing the Crist whelp that he was firmly on Crist’s side. For some reason it had proved to be more difficult than de Vivar had anticipated, and so, thinking for once a woman might be what was needed, he’d sent Rhiann
