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men who had come to “view” her, the vampires seemed to have left

the feudal era behind.

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“Yes,” Dellacourt said slowly. “We need to talk about that, little

man. What would you say if I told you I could triple your business on

this sweet little piece of ass?”

Rhys sighed, and Meg decided that he and Dellacourt probably

had a long history, and not a lot of it was good. “I would say that the

day I start listening to a slick vampire salesman is the day my wife

should carve me up with a piece of wrought iron.”

Cara nodded somberly. “I have it all ready, too. The minute he

goes soft, I’m taking him out.”

Cara held out her small hand, and Meg placed hers there. The

little gnome started to lead her out into the sunlight. Dellacourt didn’t

miss a beat.

“Seriously, I can make this a very profitable venture for you,

Rhys.” Dellacourt followed them into the sunshine. There was a small

whirring sound. Meg gasped as sunglasses formed around the

vampire’s eyes. Dellacourt grinned down at her. “Nanites, babe.

Those are tiny computers, to the less technologically advanced. All of

our clothes and accessories have nanite tech in them. They are

intensely useful little fuckers. Of course, every now and then they

band together and try to take over the world. Hey, what’s progress

without the occasional apocalypse?” He turned back to Rhys. “Back

to my point, I just need a few hours. I’ll give you a half-million in

gold, and all you have to do is delay this tournament until, say, eight

o’clock.”

“That ain’t happening.” Rhys turned from the vampire and

continued walking.

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