Sylvester Longborn was certainly a vampire. He was tall, thin, and so pale that he looked debilitated. The jeer bending his too-wide mouth shown a combine of sharp teeth that might have been undermining to a unimportant human, but Reece wasn’t a human.
With the aptitude of the alpha he was, Reece grinned down at the vamp, letting his mouth move ever unobtrusively into his wolf to appear his possess canine teeth. “Hi, again.”
“You’re trespassing for the final time,” Sylvester growled.
The eleven vampires behind him too jeered and appeared their teeth, but a few of them looked so ancient that they might disintegrate with the exertion of it.
“Actually, Father, I welcomed Reece here. I need you to meet him. Officially.” Celestine grinned. “Or not formally. You have met him as the PI examin
