Hesitant, doubting as always of her own abilities, she had stumbled at first, but then, sensing the power of his own enchantments as he made and broke them to demonstrate, she began to concentrate, to give her considerable strength and intellect to learning. And when she finally “locked” the window with the spell and won his praise, she gave a crow of triumph that made him smile. “So anyone can learn to do this?” “Not anyone. Vampires, if they trouble to learn. A few rare humans.” She glanced at him with a hint of doubt. “Dante and I are part of the same exclusive club?” She knew Dante had used rudimentary enchantments in the past, not least to reinforce the underground hideout in the Buda labyrinth where the senator had imprisoned Dmitriu and Josh Alexander. “Something like that,” Saloman admitted. “I don’t think I want to join.” “You have no say in the matter. Your bloodline has determined it.” Her eyelids drooped, hiding her open, expressive eyes. “Tsigana again,”
