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Griselda turned on her heel and stormed away, the cocktail dress swishing with each angry step. Why Malick had ever made that buffoon an Executioner She still remembered when he showed up. No, not "showed up", but was invited. She was the one Malick had sent to invite him to The Guild. "He is avampire of interest, you might say, from a powerful bloodline. I desire to meet him." The way Malick had spoken, Griselda had expected something like The Hand of Death; dark, grim, strong. Instead she'd found a wiry Asian with purple eyes and cartoon colored hair. She'd thought at first it was a mistake there was no way that vampire was from a powerful bloodline, let alone worth taking back to The Guild but it turned out that was it. He was it. Malick really did want to see him. Then she learne