Four jaguar men were waiting at the top, grouped around a small, roundish stone. I looked back to the wall. It would be something that Edward would do. I didn't know you were here before.
When I was in a sitting position, I waited for a few seconds listening to my body complain. The Bromwells', I said. , may be more excusable, since unlikethe servants they may be unable to go elsewhere. Why? Because the Master of the City has slain every vampire or minion that has entered her city in the last fifty years.
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