Chapter 95

He still might not.

There was el maestroyet to be faced with the dismal knowledge Miguel had failed.

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Benito

Benito sank into the shadows as the born vampyre erupted from the home of the saborand attacked Miguel. He watched in stunned surprise as the younger vampyre did an enormous amount of damage to the master’s bodyguard.

How could this be? Miguel had always been so strong, even before he’d been turned.

Benito had been a mere lad when his papahad brought the family to the estate of el Duque de Malaga, searching for work. He was an excellent horseman, and el Duquewas pleased to take him on.

But his papawas nothing like Miguel. Benito would skulk around, observing as Miguel trained the men and dallied with the women. This! This was what he aspired to be.