Oh, hey. This looks promising. " We came to a stop before a high, barbwire fence with an enormous PRIVATE PROPERTY--NO UNAUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ALLOWED sign on it. The lettering was red, apparently to emphasize how serious they were. Personally, I would have added a skull and crossbones to really drive the message home.

I stared. "Canadian Satanists? You're sending me to a group of Canadian Satanists?

You're a Dhampir," I breathed. "So are you." he teased. "Yeah, but I just thought—" "That I was human? Because of the bite marks?" "Yeah." I admitted, No point in lying. "We all have to survive," he said "And dhamphirs are good at figuring ways out to.

I've heard that the soul often recognizes truth when it hears it, even if the mind does not.

We can retreat and retreat and let ourselves get backed into corners forever,” she’d said once. “Or we can go out and meet the enemy at the time and place we choose. Not them.” Okay, Tasha, I thought. Let’s see if your advice gets me killed.

Fortunately for Dimitri, I had his back.

And so, surpassing my own records for dangerous, reckless behavior, I ripped off Sonya's bracelet. "I'm Rose Hathaway.