Bound to the vampire lord
“Depends, who’s asking.”
The man tilted his head, studying me like I was something displayed in a shop window. “My lord requires your presence.”
I let out a sharp laugh, though it sounded thinner than I liked. “Right. And I require another drink and a good lay, but you don’t see me dragging strangers off the street. Why don’t you run back to your lord and tell him I’m busy?”
I stepped back, ready to turn the corner and leave this creep in the shadows where he belonged, but I didn’t make it two steps. A sharp, stunning blow slammed into the back of my head. The world lurched violently, my knees buckled, and I went down hard.
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