Isidora’s home was set on the top of a hill, remote enough to give her privacy. He felt her presence as he approached the front entrance and was certain she knew he was there—and what he was—the vampire half of him, that is. He doubted she could pick up on his werewolf unless she was an Ancient. If she had been, Kasper would have told him so.
The door opened before he could knock, revealing a slender woman who appeared to be in her mid-twenties. He sensed she was older than that by at least two hundred years.
“Go away,” she said angrily. “I’m not interested in hearing anything you have to say on Kasper’s behalf. I’ve already told him my life is mine to live.”
Niko smiled, bowing slightly. “You’re presuming that’s why I’m here?”
“Why else? I rarely if ever get visitors of our kind, and those I do are my friends.”
“Can I at least talk to you before you send me off with my tail between my legs?”