Chapter 130

And this was something else that was unusual, since unless a vampyre came to feed on its sabor, the guard dogs tended to keep their distance.

Mondragon stooped and gathered her up. “Yes, you’re going with them.” He placed her on Tyrell, and she lay down, balancing herself carefully. “Go now, Adam, and return quickly.”

Adam bowed his head—he couldn’t give a more formal bow while holding the sabor—and Mondragon opened the door for him.

Adam was no sooner gone than Raymond Girard entered the house. “Mon seigneur.”

“What did you learn?”

The big vampyre shrugged. “Through what was left of the rogues’ clothes—”

“What was left?”

“The holy water seems to have acted like acid.”

“Yes. Of course. Go on.”

“We were able to ascertain the enclave to which the rogues belonged. I sent Michel, Pascal, and Grigore to pay the American vampyre who runs it a visit.”

“Lilitu! As if we needed another de Vivar. His name?”

“Hername.”

“A woman?”