Chapter 6

He’d done many things over his long life. Unsurprisingly, many of them revolved around bars, taverns, and nightclubs. He’d even driven cabs, or earlier on hansoms and coaches. True, he could always explain his life style by saying he was independently wealthy, but that didn’t solve the boredom problem.

Perhaps…He smiled, remembering one career choice that had definitely been—interesting. He’d taken it up soon after leaving Italy in the early sixteen hundreds. On his way north, through France, he’d had been accosted by a highwayman. He’d dined well that night on the man’s blood, and again on another one who had also made the bad choice of trying to rob him, soon after he arrived in England.