Chapter 91
“Rise.” He turned away from her. Another plan was needed. He tapped his forefinger against his lower lip.
Ah! Of course!
Sufficient time had passed since the Regehad fed from the sabor—de Vivar had been keeping that house under surveillance—and he knew the saborwould be growing desperate to have a vampyre come to him. That pleased de Vivar inordinately.
“Have you ever fed from a sabor?”
“No.”
At least that was the correct answer. He’d never given her permission to seek out a sabor, and if she’d done so of her own accord, he would have crushed her talisman between his fingers with exceedingly great pleasure.
“Would you care to feed from one?”
“Yes!” She should know better than to show such enthusiasm, and he nodded in satisfaction when she quickly restrained it. “I mean…that would be so cool.”
“Very well. In that case you may seek out Tyrell Small.” He would have Rhiannon proceed with his latest plan.
“Thank you!”