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romantic language Caz used to refer to vampirism and turning—made my stomach churn.
    “I’m not here for anything but body disposal,” I said, getting to my feet.
    “ Non , stay,” Cazimir said, holding a hand out to me. “I wish to talk. It’s been too long, Henrietta.” He turned back to Aidan. “You have done well, my love. Now, I need you to go retrieve Ellen and James from the club.”
    Aidan’s smile dropped off his face and hit the floor. “Those idiots can’t take an Uber?”
    “They are, apparently, not well.”
    Aidan rolled his eyes dramatically. “Why do you even put up them? Just let them OD on their stupid drugs or whatever. You can find better blood bags.”
    I winced at the term. It was pretty vicious, especially for a fellow mortal. But at the same time, I could understand his frustration. Aidan wanted to be a vampire. He was the favorite human pet, sure, but his job was to babysit the other mortals and keep them in check. A job he was clearly tired of doing.
    “Aidan.” Warning tone.
    Aidan sighed deeply, running his fingers through his blue hair. “Fine. Whatever you want. You’re the boss.” He stormed out like a pissed-off boyfriend, slamming the parlor door behind him.
    “He’s cute,” I said.
    Cazimir shrugged. “He’s loyal and pretty. But he’s getting too old.”
    I made a face, and my disgust must have been obvious because Cazimir hastened to add: “Not for me! For him. He turns thirty-five soon. His patience with me is starting to ebb, and soon his loyalty will follow. He demands to be turned.”
    Cazimir gestured for me to sit down. He sat on the edge of the armchair, back straight.
    “So, turn him,” I said. Obvious solution. “You just said he was next in line.”
    “ Oui , he is. If I turn anyone, it will be him. But I do not give my blood so easily. You know that. I have yet to decide his fate.”
    Vampires are notoriously selective about giving out immortality, for any number of reasons. The more vampires there are, the greater the competition and threat of discovery. Plus, people have a tendency to change their minds about becoming a blood-drinking killing machine and turn on the vampire who turned them, even if they begged for the transformation. Still, it didn’t seem fair to string someone along like that. I never did get the whole human companion thing. It’s a convenient blood source, but it comes with far too many complications. Better to hunt down people who deserve to die and dole out some vigilante justice while getting your blood fix. Two birds and all that jazz.
    “Good help is hard to find,” I said. Caz nodded. “Thank you for letting me use your incinerator.”
    Cazimir waved a hand, his rings catching the light. “It is a token of apology. But I was surprised to hear you needed to make use of it at all. Surely you realize the risks in killing as a mortal…”
    “I didn’t kill anyone,” I said, shocked that he thought so. But of course he did. It was the obvious conclusion. “He was murdered. I’m looking into it.”
    Caz raised an eyebrow. “I thought you were working as a waitress, not a detective.”
    I bristled. Caz smiled. I should have known he’d have people watching me. Which was probably why he was so surprised I had a body. If I’d managed to get myself re-vampired, surely his people would have told him.
    I started to say the victim was a friend of a friend, but Caz cut me off. “Is this man the one who made you like you are? The scientist?”
    I swallowed. My heart was beating too fast, and my palms felt slick with sweat. How did he know Ray was a scientist? Ray wasn’t wearing a lab coat, and I’d always been careful not to reveal the identity of the person who’d given me the Cure. A dead Neha was not a Neha who was working on a reversal for her Cure, and while I thought that was a long shot, I wasn’t willing to close that door yet. That meant I’d always made sure no one followed me to her lab—not that I’d