So…to protect her, he protected her kid brother. As did Fia’s other brother, Fin. As did other young men in the sept.
Arlan wondered now if he had been remiss in not calling Regan’s shortcomings to the attention of the council. His irresponsible behavior was not only affecting him now, it was affecting others. It was affecting the sept’s ability to do its job efficiently. They could not afford to have one of their own so far out of step.
Maybe it was time Arlan talked to the council, or at least Fia. It was time he stopped trying to talk to Regan. The warnings had obviously gone unheeded.
Arlan shifted his weight on his haunches and eyed the place where Romano would come for his money. It was a good spot for a man dealing in the human slave trade to make a transaction. The cover of darkness. No police around. Few people present and those who were would turn the other way if they saw anything suspicious. There would be no good citizens loitering in the shadows of the Areopagus, waiting to give their statement to the authorities.
Arlan smelled the human before he heard the footfalls. The stench of his evil flesh pierced the air even sharper than the intense, smoky aroma of his cigarette.
This was, indeed, an excellent place to commit a crime. But it was also a dangerous place for a man being hunted by a dog.
Or a vampire.
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