Michele Hauf - The Vampire's Fall

“It’s a long story. My family is a mix of races.”

Nodding, she rubbed the inside of her elbow to distract herself from the need to delve into his family history. He’d been kind in answering her questions so far. She didn’t want to press her luck. “How do I learn more about these markings?”

“There’s a witch in Minneapolis. She might have a clue.”

“Witches. Of course.” And so many other species she would likely learn about the longer she hung around Blade. The idea of gaining such knowledge compelled her. If she couldn’t learn about herself then she may as well gather info about the secret world that existed around her. “You know all the exciting people, eh?”

“Do you want me to take you to her?”

“I sense you are more eager to learn about these markings than I am. Digging up proof I’m not an evil demon?”

“I hate demons,” Blade stated plainly. He paced to the window. His frame stiffened, shoulders tilting back and fingers curling into loose fists. Zen could palpably feel his cool anger. He was a man who didn’t like to speak about himself, but he didn’t have to. His emotions showed in his tightly strung physicality.

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