Her job seemed far more boring than she’d remembered it, tonight especially. Thankfully she’d managed to take a half-night and come home for some R and R. Kicking off her Louboutins, she left them by the door without a second glance. The thought of a mug full of bagged blood didn’t put a skip in her step, but as least it would satisfy the rumbling in her stomach. Heading down the hallway to her kitchen she passed by the living room and froze. Someone sat in the dark room, looking out her patio window at the city below. Claws lengthened from her fingernails as she crept into the room. If this was a necromancer, she didn’t want to give them any warning of her attack. “The thing about having vampire guards,” Tarian’s voice said, breaking through the darkness. “Is that they are very easy to manipulate, if you have the right touch.” “Tarian,”
