He nodded as though confirming what he suspected. It went with her scent. With her attitude. He suspected if he were to go over every inch of her pale skin, he wouldn't find a single scar on her—proof of a time before she'd been immortal, before she'd been able to heal any injury short of a fatal one.
It fit with what she'd said about her line, though vampires who were made inherited some of their maker's bloodline traits too, it was different.
Not that he was an expert in vampires.
He cut a look at her, taking in the clipped tone and the way she didn't elaborate. That said something about the tsarina.
"Bitten," he said as he pulled the jeep up to the curb. His voice had a little gravel in it as he admitted that. He didn't want to pull up the memories of that, the violence that had nearly cost him his left arm. Fair is fair, though, and she answered his question. "A long time ago now."
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It fit with what she'd said about her line, though vampires who were made inherited some of their maker's bloodline traits too, it was different.
Not that he was an expert in vampires.
He cut a look at her, taking in the clipped tone and the way she didn't elaborate. That said something about the tsarina.
"Bitten," he said as he pulled the jeep up to the curb. His voice had a little gravel in it as he admitted that. He didn't want to pull up the memories of that, the violence that had nearly cost him his left arm. Fair is fair, though, and she answered his question. "A long time ago now."