cle of vampires who have somehow kept themselves hidden from the rest of us, even Kristian. Karl's eyes widened almost imperceptibly under dark, dark eyebrows. They had all agreed not to say the word vampire in the hearing of the police. His hands—one on her waist, the other cradling her head—felt like trails of fire.
file:///K|/eMule/Incoming/Freda%20Warrington%20-%20A%20Taste%20of%20Blood%20Wine. He wants something from me, Karl thought despairingly. His clothes and hands were caked with earth, but the chill was nothing to him. a maid; not a large staff by some standards, but it had been hard to find good servants since the War.
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