The Vampyre Legal Chronicles - Marcus - Plot & Excerpts
Which was something of a surprise, since vampyres, witches and the church mixed like oil and water. Marcus decided to file that little bit of interesting information to think on later. He led the way to a small side room lit by church candles, which appeared to be a priest’s room. Then he settled himself in a plush chair of burgundy velvet. The scent of beeswax and incense forcibly reminded Marcus of a time, in the dim and distant past, when he and Ezekiel had fought on the same side. Until the day Ezekiel had discovered the truth of his birth and had betrayed his race by embracing magic. Dark magic. "We have a problem," the witch said. Did they indeed? If someone was giving Ezekiel a problem, Marcus wanted to shake their hand, buy them a drink, and give them a fucking medal. Through narrowed eyes, he studied the being sitting across from him. The strong jaw was clenched and those dark eyes were grave. Interesting. "I think you mean you have a problem." Ezekiel shook his head. He spread his legs, leaned forward to lean his elbows on his knees.
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