Vincent checked his reflection in the mirrored windows of the building he stood next to. He was perfectly presented. As always. But it never hurt to check before meeting a new client.
His suit was immaculately tailored, an understated elegance matched by his shoes and overall attire. He did not have a hair out of place, and the brown eyes that stared out through the close-fitting glasses he wore were bright and alert.
Not that his eyes were brown, but even when not glowing red with bloodlust or anger, a vampire’s eyes were still not something most humans would be comfortable with. Vincent’s eyes were grey, but not a shade any living human would ever possess.
were His skin was pale as was true of all vampires, regardless of their colouring before they’d been turned. Vincent’s frien
