“What did Nathan send you here to do?”
Gregg sat in the Marshall’s seat, looking indifferently at Sevan. He didn't even bother to ask Sevan's name; to a vampire, humans were nothing more than bipedal lambs. Who would ask for the name of a lamb awaiting slaughter?
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