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Vanir was Jacob St. Laurent, Vanir was the King of Vampires.

That was the mantra that I repeated in my head as I made my way to work the next morning, the events of last night still replaying in my mind.

Vanir had quickly made work of the newly mades that had come to cause a disruption in one of the human-vampire establishments, the gang of uncultured rebels routing when they saw their King of Vampires had intervened during their raid and then Vanir had drove me home in complete silence, not even bothering to explain or attend to the numerous questions that were raging a protest in my head and I hadn't bothered to let out the sea of questions either.

All the signs, how he knew so much, the fear from people wherever we went, the waiter, the boutique woman. How did I miss that?

I hurried into my office, finding Claude's desk empty as I sat and powered on my computer, going straight to G****e search, typing out the name, Jacob St. Laurent with shaky fingers and came up with nothing.

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