“I’m sorry, am I interrupting something?” Raven asked.
“Good evening, my daughter,” Valentina said. “You are just in time.”
Raven could hear the hint of relief in her mother’s voice. “Hello, mother. I don’t believe I’ve met your friend.”
“She is hardly that, Ravenel,” Valentina said. “This is Countess Elizabeth Bathory.”
Raven pursed her lips and looked the vampire up and down. “Doesn’t look like that blood bath is working out for you. Maybe you should try a little more wood fiber?”
“Ravenel,” Bathory said with a nod. “It is a pleasure to finally meet you. I’ve heard so much about you and your blood, I look forward to adding it to my tub.”
Raven spun the shotgun in her hand and shot a vampire that had been trying to sneak up on her. The twelve-gauge blast caught him in the face and he exploded, covering those…
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