Chapter 69
His mouth began watering, and his own fangs extended.
He wanted to howl with frustration. The sabor should have been his from the beginning!
Well, that would be remedied.
De Vivar had been too impetuous. He knew the sabor would never permit him to enter his home. He’d need to devise a plan that would gain him admittance.
But first he needed to feed.
In the blink of an eye he was in his own lair.
“Antonia!’
A voluptuous wench appeared, her skirts swaying about long legs, her hands on her hips. Even after all these centuries she still dressed in peasant garb, the same manner as when he’d first seen her. Sometimes he wondered how a Spanish whore had wound up in Roma, but it never roused his curiosity enough that he pursued the matter.
“?Sí?”
De Vivar scowled at her. “I wish to feed!” Not many vampyres would permit another to feed from them, but belonging to him, she had no choice.