Snoopy bastard. Who does he think he is? What I’m doing here is none of his damned business. Tino had been aware of Armand’s trying to enter his mind, and was quite glad he had put up a block the moment he’d seen the other vampire. He didn’t want Armand finding out the real reason behind his being at the dinner party.
Tino pasted a smile on his face as he took the place assigned to him at one of the tables. It quickly became real when he realized who his dinner companions were—Edward Fairchild, his wife, and daughter. He was well aware of who Mr. Fairchild was—a prominent mover and shaker in the city. He also knew the man collected stamps, some of which were valued in the tens of thousands, or more. Tino had done his research well and figured he could walk away with a fortune if he could
