Queen Lucia Borghesi, Lady of Winter, was the most beautiful woman I’d ever met. She was also the richest and the most arrogant. Like Anastasia and Juliette, she was a vampire. Unlike them, she had a stick the size of an aircraft carrier lodged up her curvaceous ass.
My first supernatural mediation had been on behalf of Lucia’s House. Against all odds, I’d succeeded. I’d also exposed a traitor within the vampire ranks and helped Lucia’s subjects stop a bloody coup in the process.
And then one argument had sent everything sideways.
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