did accept that I had the right to accompany Paul. And they knew to leave me alone.

Bonded warlock was much better than the alternative. Food.

“Paul,” Damien greeted us as he approached. He nodded in my direction, and I nodded back. I wished I were wearing something more impressive than cargo pants, a ratty black t-shirt and GMU hoodie. I looked like a displaced camper, not a powerful magical practitioner.

Damien made no comment on my attire, and I said nothing, letting Paul take the lead with his people.

“Damien. What can you tell me?”

The other vampire sighed. Yes, it seems to be universal among them. “More than I’d prefer, and not as much as you’d like.”

Paul raised an eyebrow. “That’s cryptic.”

He nodded. “I k...

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