“It looked to me like a vamp version of a pissing contest. Men will be boys.”

“You look like the vamp who bled the cat.”

“I’d like for you to tell me who you are.” The man blinked. “David Dryden.” I just looked at him. “Your one o’clock?” “My one o’clock what?” “Date,” the third vamp said, grinning. “For what?” I asked, confused. “Well, you know.” The mage looked a little awkward suddenly. “The usual.” “I think we’ve got a contender here, boys,” the brunet said. “Smooth operator,” the second vamp agreed.”

“Now that we have the pissing contest out of the way, we need information. [Rayna]”

“Finn.” “Victor.” “Awkward.” I looked at both their faces but neither seemed to really notice I was there. The second pissing for distance contest began. You were going to ask him!”

“Everyone turned towards me. The two female vamps smiled, most unpleasantly. They looked at me like I was a piece of candy and they wondered what sort of center I had. Soft and gooey, or hard with a nut in the middle? I'd had men undress me with their eyes, but I'd never had anything trying to picture what I'd look like with my skin off. Yikes.”