When the gala was its height, Sadihra found Cyprus hiding in a corner. Strands of hair had fallen from her up-do, and her face was creased with annoyance. "Will you accompany me?"
He tried to look everywhere but her. "Accompany you where?"
"Away from here. And from him." She nodded to a vampire who was already coming towards them. "I've told him to get lost a dozen times already."
Cyprus' eyes narrowed and his jaw twitched. "Do you want me to kill him?"
"No, no," she said quickly. "I could do that myself, but I'm pretty sure it would ruin our relationship with the Spaniards."
"I doubt the Sodalitas is too worried about our relationship. If Spain won't capitulate we'll send in an army."
"True enough, but it's more hassle than it's worth for one jackass." She grabbed Cyprus' arm and dragged him toward the exit.