Chapter 72

Dios mio, but he’d been a handsome man.

Of course, since he’d been turned, he hadn’t been able to admire his reflection in a mirror, but he was as handsome as ever—of that he was certain. He steadfastly refused to look at his hands.

The slight difference in the air let him know he was once again alone, that the whore had obeyed him.

Now he needed to give this situation some thought. The whore hadn’t been successful. Perhaps the Madonna?

?Miguel! One of the first abilities he’d discovered after he’d been turned was how to use his mind to summon his beings.

“I am here, maestro.” Miguel had been the first of his guardaespaldas, his bodyguards, that he’d turned.

“Bring Graciana to me. And find a nun’s habit.”

“Sí.”

Graciana would be perfect. She had been an actress, and her greatest role had been as Mary Magdalene. She also had a silver tongue.

De Vivar had no doubt she would persuade the saborto allow her entry into his home.

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“Maestro, Graciana has returned.”