“We can,” the next man through the door told
her. “We’ll be staying in this town for some time. All residents will have to
make room for us.”
“What?” she blurted. “Is this for the king?”
He released a disgusted snort and moved
aside to let the last man in. Tempest managed to keep her mouth from dropping
open when her eyes latched onto the ugly vampire who stepped through the door.
A jagged scar started at the edge of his close-cropped hairline, it curved to
his right ear before going to his chin and curling back up toward his thin
lips. His beady hazel eyes surveyed her with cool disdain. He was only a couple
of inches taller than she was, but his stocky frame took up almost the entire
doorway. His nose had to have been broken numerous times over the years as it
now sat in a permanently crooked position.
“This is for the queen,” he told her
brusquely.
