Much to his astonish, the entryway flew open.
Nero had been holding up for this minute for days and days. He had as it were needed a see of the Half-Blood Valentine to make sure she was lively and well. It was his work as the sheriff, but he moreover needed to affirm that she hadn’t gone and wrapped up the move into a full vampire … or an agoraphobic hermit.
She hadn’t.
Valentine Longborn was not a vampire.
She was, in any case, the most excellent lady he had ever seen. She wasn’t precisely petite, but she was still on the brief side with fair the right sum of bends. Bends he needed to get his hands on.
But it was her hair that exceeded him completely.
The long locks were coppery. The exceptionally same color as the dusk burning the sky.
He was so shocked he scarcely realized she ha
