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An old lady slowly approached them, eyes as wide as could be, pinned on him. “Who’s that?” he asked. “Friend of yours?” Aria called out, “Maree, come meet my mate. I’m taking your advice to screw him and—“ She noted her friend’s strange expression aimed at her mate. “Maree, this is Trevan Stone. Do you know him?” With a shaky hand, the older woman took his and brought it against her chest. “Are you the son of Nancy, daughter to Agatha Schroeder?” It had been a long time since he’d heard his mother’s and grandmother’s names in connection with them. “I am. Who are you?” Tears filled the elder vampire’s eyes. “Trevan, I am your great-grandmother.” Dumbstruck wouldn’t come close to the way he felt. He had family still alive. Be it a vampire, but family. Aria came to her senses before h
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