More worryingly, my baby fangs were out, which usually happened only when I was perilously close to tipping over into Mr. Hyde territory. I quickly drew them back in. It didn’t help much. I still looked like Dracula’s daughter. Which was completely unfair, since he’d only been an uncle.

But you were Mine. My child. And I would not give you up.

He’s a war mage. They’re almost impossible to kill.” He scowled. “Even on purpose.

I felt betrayed and absolutely livid, but my body wasn’t smart enough to know it. It had liked the feel of his hands, wanted more of it, wanted it now. It was almost like there were two of me, one who heartily approved of the mage and one who would have dearly loved to see him dead.

They don’t eat that much.” “In comparison to what? Starving marines?

I looked up to find a slim blond figure standing in the doorway to the kitchen. For a frozen second, I looked at him and he looked at me, and then I screamed and threw my coffee, which hit him square in the groin.

So,high heels weren't a modern invention. I couldn't believe women had been putting up with these torture devices for centuries.