"Good one, Laveau," Dante Boldizsár crowed.
Etienne circled back, on all fours like a beast. He let Boldizsár recuperate. "This is last blood," Etienne growled. "Whoever wins this round gets the dance."
"She was my date," Boldizsár said evenly.
"And she's my cousin," Etienne replied.
I noticed a girl with chocolate skin and amber eyes who stood alone behind the raised stage. She was clearly furious. "This is ridiculous!" she called.
"I won't have you shacking up with a vampire, Kat, even if he is Bathory's heir," Etienne growled, wiping blood from his lip. His transformation made him rough in comparison to Kat's daintiness. "Honor defines the rougarou, and our women don't stoop to dating vampyr."