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Jenny zipped past Sarah and poked her nose and fingers into every nook and cranny. Sarah stepped inside and glanced up the stairs at the second floor.
Cate moved to stand beside her and studied Sarah’s face with a furrowed brow. “You look worried. Is something wrong?”
“Very, but I don’t know what it is,” Sarah told her.
“I would dearly love to hear it,” a voice spoke up to their left. They glanced in that direction and watched Ruthven stride from the direction of the kitchen. In one hand was a wine glass of deep red blood.
Sarah arched an eyebrow. “I thought vampires slept during the day.”
Ruthven chuckled. “One doesn’t approach my domain with my noticing, even in sleep.” He glanced at Jenny as she rummaged in the drawer of a small hall table. “Particularly when they have
