[Alaric

I felt the blood drain from my face. "I don’t know what you—"

"I can smell her on you," he interrupted. "A scent like that is hard to forget. It was as if she’d been kissed by the Moon Goddess herself." He swirled the drink in his hand. “You know they have a name for her kind…” he said and before I could inquire he inhaled deeply. "Oh, how I’d love to have a trophy like that at my beck and call. I bet she’s quite beautiful now. And delectable-"

Anger surged, white-hot, ...