I stood there with Sass in my arms, debating. "Does she, now?"
The silver Persian grunted. "Most disagreeable messenger she sent, too," he said. "Shocking red hair, green eyes, tall? Sarameia something-or-other."
I knew her, didn't I? Ah, yes. The vampire queen who'd been the Empress's lackey the first time we'd met. "Sarameia," I said with mock arrogance. "Queen of the Goreck Blood Clan, First Lesser Monarch to the Empress of all vampires."
Sass snorted. "That's the one."
Lovely. But it made me more inclined to go see what the nasty old vampire queen in my kitchen wanted. While I might have a bit of a love/hate relationship with the Empress thanks to the vampire essence inside me, there was nothing about Sarameia I remotely liked.