Béatrix leaned into Alistair as she watched the older vampire stalk off into the club. “I think he likes me, it’s not [i]every[/i] day that someone calls me a whore and lives to see their next.” Most women would have bristled at the insults, but Trixy was made of stronger stuff than that. Although, had she the ability, one of Praetor’s comments would have brought a bright blush to her pale cheeks… she was thankful she didn’t. Praetor would face justice for his actions in one way or another, seeing as Ali bear witness to the whole thing… Mira would be hearing about her altogether unruly family members.

“An exposure, you say? Hmm, it has been a while since rogues so boldly passed through these parts. What makes you think we can convince them not to join the Kingstons, if they already agree with their [i]distasteful[/i] ideals?” She asked, not really doubting Alistair’s ability to be convincing, he’d convinced her after all, she was just curious as to what his plans to do so were. The blood swimming in her stomach made her feel warm and comfortable, although it awakened the insatiable thirst within…