“Welcome to my home. Please come in,” the dark-haired vampire said with slight bow, as he stepped aside. “Armand, Royce, it’s a pleasure to see you again. And you would be?” He looked at Tino.
“Constantino Verona,” Tino replied.
“A pleasure. I’m Joaquin, as I’m certain you’ve surmised.”
He took them into the living room, which was much larger than Tino would have guessed from looking at the exterior of the house. Another vampire was already there, seated in one of the plush armchairs. He was blond and burly, so Tino figured he had to be Werner. He was correct.
“Werner. It’s been a while,” Kingston said, going over to greet him.
“It has, Royce,” Werner replied. “Still keeping the city safe from the criminal elements?”
“Always.”
When the doorbell rang, Joaquin went to answer, returnin
