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apartment in comparison to the manor houses of Victorian England. His gaze surveyed the room, and then came to rest on me, where I sat at the breakfast bar.
    His silver eyes were flat with pain. ―Tell me one thing, Olivia,‖ he said, not moving toward me. ―One thing that will convince me to destroy the friend I have stood alongside for centuries. Tell me one thing that will make me realize that he is too far gone.‖
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    I had anticipated such a question, and I was ready. I took a small piece of metal and slid it across the counter, gesturing for him to pick it up.
    He picked up the square and looked at the blood welling on his fingertips in surprise.
    ―That is a razor blade,‖ I explained. ―The razors of today‘s time are smaller than what you are familiar with. You place that inside the razor and glide it across your face. The edges are quite sharp.‖
    David licked the blood off his fingers, an unconscious act that made me panic, thinking of vampires. But then he gave me a rueful smile – no fangs. ―I see that. Very sharp.‖
    I picked up the razor-blade, careful to avoid the edges. ―One of Aloysius‘s favorite punishments is to make me eat them. Usually about five or six, one after the other.‖ My gaze was steady on his. ―He cannot kill me, you see. So he thinks of interesting ways to test my immortality. Swallowing razors is the one I hate the most. When they go down your throat, you feel them…slicing.‖ My hand touched my breastbone, thinking of the painful memories. ―You cough blood for hours, and your insides burn, and everything hurts worse than you can ever imagine. But the worst part of all is when it makes it to your stomach, because then you know that your options--―
    ―Enough,‖ he said, raising a hand. His eyes glittered as he looked at me. ―Tell me…is that truth or a lie?‖
    ―It is the truth,‖ I said softly, compelled to answer him.
    He nodded, exhaling sharply. ―I knew it was. Yet, I hoped…‖ he shook his head and then looked at me, face grim with resolve. ―I will help you destroy him.‖
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    ―Thank you,‖ I said quietly. It should have felt like a victory, but it felt hollow instead.
    David‘s face was bleak with pain, his normally present smile a thing of the past. My brittleness was spreading to him.
    For some reason, that bothered me.

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    Noah opted to join us on our quest, determined to give us backup. I had assured the men that Aloysius was likely alone – the other vampires had tired of his violent mood swings a while back and he tended to live on the fringes of their society, spending most of his time alone or surrounded by a few worshipful humans. He had many hideouts in the city and I knew them all. I normally avoided them, but today I had to confront my fears. It was summer, the days long and the weather hot. That meant that he was spending the daylight hours in one of his many basement apartments. He had several in the city, but his favorite was under a popular city sports bar. He liked hiding under the noses of so many people – it amused him.
    It was there I decided we should strike first. We went that afternoon, Noah and David disguised in jeans and casual clothing, baseball caps stuffed over their heads. They ordered beers and sat down at the bar to watch the game while I scoped out the room. I was in disguise as well
    – I wore a short blonde wig over my dark hair, glasses, and a sweater-set with my jeans, all gifts of Noah‘s personal shopper who had delivered the items, questions unasked. The disguise made me look like a tall librarian with bad hair, nothing like my usual self. In the bag at my shoulder I carried blessed wooden stakes, holy water, two crosses, a butcher knife, and a flask of gasoline.
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    Vampires were almost impossible to kill – ditto for Serim. When we referred to ourselves as immortal – we meant it. As a succubus, I couldn‘t be killed

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