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face Ragon expectantly.  
     
    “Astel is the Elder of this region. She must have sources keeping an eye on the airports, looking out for large groups of vampires. She has never before offered me a present such as this though,” said Ragon, indicating the two girls. “I think she means to make it plain that she knows we are here and in her territory.”
     
    Slowly Ari nodded and then said, “But why would she care? I mean, this is your family home and you said that you visit it regularly.”
     
    Thomas, who had watched as Sandra finished her glass of champagne and was now reaching for another, turned to face Ari.
     
    “We are a large coven; any group this big attracts attention. She probably just wants to make certain that we keep in line, don’t go killing a heap of people; that and the fact that Clyde and Astel have a rather sordid past.”
     
    Ari shook her head; was there anyone Clyde hadn’t slept with?
     
    Clyde shrugged, already moving over to one of the dark beauties as he said, “Well, I see no reason to waste them.” He then shooed Ragon away and directed the girl’s towards the make shift drink table. “Would you like a drink my dears?” Both girls nodded, just as Clyde whispered under his breath, “Because I would.”
     
    “No way,” said Ragon, pulling the girls out of Clyde’s hands and pushing them so that they stood at the edge of the courtyard, just out of reach. “We can’t lay a fang on them; we have to get out of here, now. If Astel knows we’re here, how long do you think it will take Shok or the Ancients to find us? She’s an Elder for Christ sake; it’s Astel’s job to report anything strange to the Ancients, and clearly she thinks it strange that we are all here.”
     
    Clyde stared back moodily.
     
    “He’s right,” said Thomas, moving over and placing a heavy hand on Clyde’s shoulder. “I know we just got settled and that you are starving, but we have to avoid Shok at all costs. He’s the same age as me and though we are evenly matched, the Ancients have other much more powerful allies that they might send against us. We would do far better to stay hidden and on the run, than to meet them in open battle.”
     
    “All we need to do is get a hold of the rest of Ari’s family tree,” said Ragon, now scanning the courtyard before taking in a deep breath and yelling, “Bramond!”
     
    “Yes master,” said Bramond, wheezing as he raced back outside, his hands clutched to his chest as he caught his breath.
     
    “Did you find the information I requested?”  
     
    “Yes sir. The Lan-” Bramond began to say, but Ragon cut him off. 
     
    “-not now,” Ragon said quickly, interrupting him and gesturing to the dark-haired beauties. “Bramond, please go and get the car, and pack yourself a bag and don’t forget your passport; you’re going on a little holiday.”
     
    Bramond looked as if were about to argue, but Ragon waved his hand casually and so he moved slowly back inside, his shoulders dropped as he mumbled things under his breath about not trusting foreigners, and missing the three lions play.
     
    The moment Bramond was out of sight, Ragon moved over to the nearest girl, took her hand and asked, “Tell me; where does Astel feel from you?”
     
    Ari’s mouth fell open; she watched as the girl enthusiastically removed a small silver bracelet, where two fresh puncture marks were just visible.
     
    Ragon smiled, pulling the girl’s hand up to his mouth and carefully biting at the exact same place she had already been bitten. Ari watched in disgust as the girl’s eyes became large and round, and then closed a little as a small smile spread across her face. Though Ari had been certain that she would feel revolted, she was surprised to find that what she actually felt was jealous. There was something intimate about the way that Ragon held onto this girl, the way his lips met her skin, almost lovingly; it felt as if he were cheating on her.
     
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