Connor introduced Angus‟s great-grandson, who strode toward them, carrying a tote bag. “Robby, this is Marielle.” “How do ye do?” Robby set the bag on the kitchen counter. “We brought you some clothes.” “Thank you.” She smiled and extended a hand. “So you‟re a vampire, too?” “Aye.” Robby eyed her hand. “I hear ye‟re an angel of death.” “She willna harm you,” Connor muttered. Robby gave her a quick handshake, then slapped Connor on the shoulder. “What happened to yer claymore?” “ ‟Tis on top of Mount Rushmore. I‟ll fetch it later.” He noticed Marielle was studying her hand with a perplexed look. “Wow!” Gregori approached her, smiling. “You are such a babe!” She glanced over her shoulder. In spite of an overwhelming urge to throw the nearest object at the womanizing Vamp, Connor‟s chest filled with warmth. Marielle had no idea how beautiful she was. He leaned over and whispered, “The idiot is referring to you.” “I heard that,”
