to Edinburgh. Almost in the shadow of the castle, it was atmospheric and expensive, and Blair could see at once what had so appealed to the older vampire. With its thick, stone walls, low ceilings with dark, exposed beams and atmospheric lighting, the place looked and felt medieval, almost gothic—a fitting setting for ancient, dangerous beings to wine and dine their prey. Blair’s prey, Serafina, looked suitably impressed as she took her seat opposite him at the corner table by a window. Casually gorgeous in a fresh pair of jeans and a sexy red top that hugged her breasts and flowed elegantly beneath them, Sera gazed around her and accepted the menu from the waiter with a quick murmur of thanks. “Blair, I can’t afford this,” she hissed after scanning the menu. “You don’t need to. And if it ruins me, I’ll just arrange a loan with my banking colleagues.” She glanced up at him curiously. “How do you pay for things? What do you live off?” “My wits,” he said blandly.
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