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"You didn’t drink, Father"

He turned and s his handkerchief from his pocket to dab at a spot of blood on her chin "I’ht, mi querida Did you enjoy yourself?"

"Sí, Papá Gracias"

"Good Now that you’ve had your fill…" Ernesto finished tending to his child, then his eyes grew cold as he turned to the foggy night "Find the huo, 2013

The lights of the club pulsed red and gold as he swirled the ice in the glass in front of hi the liquid in his glass into a se of the cut crystal His aht the drops that fell to the table and quickly slid the the polished wood unmarked The music, the abysmally loud techno and pop that the patrons preferred, flowed around hi

Baojia was alatching

Huanisled scents of blood and alcohol filled his nose, but he had already fed that night, a pretty young co-ed ould have no ed in irl had too much alcohol in her blood, so he pushed her back toward her friends, who only giggled and winked at him

Idiotic huo, Boca, was his sire’s pride and joy It had been recently re better to do, after all He was stuck in San Diego, having a time-out like a rebellious toddler The first year had been deserved; he had taken his exile with stoic grace After all, it had been his failure that had led to the death of Ernesto’s kinshter grave injury Beatrice De Novo had been under his protection, and he had failed in his mission

No, the first year had been well deserved

The second year as well Perhaps

Baojia had been in San Diego for three years Beatrice De Novo had recovered--rather adeles She had probably forgotten about hiotten the years he had watched over her while the da around the world It wasn’t Giovanni Vecchio who had protected the young hunment Her safety hadn’t been his only job, but it had been a priority It still stung that she had no idea the lengths to which he had gone

History He took another sip of water It was history He had s to worry about Like how to relieve thing s excruciating boredom and convince his sire to release hiht they ruled the world

"Boss?"

He turned at the sound of his assistant’s voice "What is it, Luis?"