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Feldman shoes and not recognize the opportunity of a lifetime dumped into her lap. It might go against the grain to help out half-bloods but she could pick up what she wanted in the process, so what was a little greasing the wheels between enemies?
    “Fine. I’ll do it. But only this once. I’ll set it up for the end of next week.”
    “Set it up for tomorrow night. I’ll have them meet you at the concierge service desk at closing. Thank you, Margaret .”
    I heard the decisive click of being hung up on and then the loud buzzing of the dial tone, trying its best to sound rude as well. I had to admit that Margaret Durham brought out the worst in me. It was childish to treat her like that but I’d spent the summer playing it nice, trying to get her to like me, and in return she kept me waiting for hours when I had an appointment with Mr. Holloway and she deliberately messed up the construction time lines so the house took twice as long to complete. She was a bigot to the bone and I decided I wasn’t going to let her yank my chain anymore.
    “Mrs. Durham is not a vampire you want as an enemy. She holds a position of power with the Tribunal,” Thomas tried to warn me.
    “Dude, she answers their phones. She’s not all that. Anyway, Mr. Holloway isn’t going to let her get away with harming me or this project,” I assured him haughtily.
    “Why is that, exactly?” Thomas prodded, not for the first time.
    I didn’t like this part. The part in our relationship where I kept secrets from Thomas. I mean, there are secrets, like how much you really weigh, and secrets, like I killed Holloway’s rogue vampire son and now I’d kind of taken his place in the family. No one knew that Charles Winthrop, the rogue vampire who changed me into an Undead, was really the son of Tribunal leader C.W. Holloway. Well, almost no one. I kept his secret and he created the half-blood training and reintroduction into vampire society program.
    “Guess he just feels bad for persecuting my people for hundreds of years.” I gave Thomas my best innocent smile and he grunted at me. I don’t think he was buying it but he could hardly accuse me of lying about the intentions of the leader of our vampire society, now could he?
    It was at that moment that the front doorbell rang. And rang again. And rang yet again before I could even get the ten feet to the door. Sheesh, hold your horses already.
    I opened the door, ready to chew out the overambitious doorbell ringer when the sight that greeted me actually struck me speechless. And I can tell you that rarely, if ever, happens.
    On the porch sat a dozen or so suitcases, trunks, hatboxes and totes practically over-flowing with stuff. On the curb was a—could it be? Yes it was—a white limousine with dignitary flags flapping in the night breeze.
    I counted at least four men scrambling to remove even more stuff from the car and helping someone onto the sunporch. Thomas stood behind me and I felt him shudder at the amount of luggage our new resident had brought.
    “Ileana Margaret Mary Mircea Romanav,” Thomas whispered in my ear.
    “Is that your idea of sweet talk?” I asked him, half-joking.
    “Uh, no. That’s the name of your new guest. She is part British, part Romanian and it appears she is also part of the royal family.”
    “You know, when the Tribunal sent the message out that we would train other clans’ half-bloods I didn’t think Romania would crate up one of their nobility and ship them to us.”
    Thomas nodded in agreement. It was very odd indeed. It didn’t look as though Ms. Romanav wanted for any material comforts. Compared to how Lucy and Angie arrived, that had my half-blood senses tingling. Something was not right here.
    We didn’t have time for any more discussion as the person in question sashayed up the concrete steps and announced herself.
    “I am Ileana Romanav. Who is in charge here?” Her gaze swept past me in immediate dismissal and landed on Thomas. When her face