Thorin emptied the bag, retracted his fangs, and replied sourly, “I detest bagged blood. If I were stronger…”
“But you’re not,” Baptiste pointed out. “You’re better, but you’re not to go out until tomorrow night.”
“How is your werewolf?” Grigorii asked.
“Alive, and healing, the same as Thorin,” Andre replied. “If it hadn’t been for you and Baptiste, things would have turned out much differently.”
Grigorii smiled. “Estebe underestimated us, meaning vampires. I’m certain the most he expected was that Thorin would show up with a couple of us your age, Andre, as back-up. After all, it was only supposed to be a meeting to work out a compromise, correct?”
Thorin chuckled. “That’s what I implied, and he intimated the same. We both knew the other one was lying. Still, Andre’s correct. We wouldn’t have prevailed in the end if it hadn’t been for the two of you. I owe you a debt of gratitude.”