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Andrea couldn’t believe it. The vampire had not only survived the attack by her dragon, but he walked about town as though nothing had happened to him. Then he had the audacity to run into her without even recognizing her.
“And that is unforgivable,” she growled as she looked down on him and his group.
Andrea stood and let the wind pull at her long coat. Behind her lay the plain roof of one of the department stores. Before her stretched the busy street some hundred feet below her feet as she stood on the short wall that circled the roof. The hulking figure of her winged dragon man stood behind her. His wings were folded close to his back as his yellow eyes watched her.
Andrea watched their movements. Her prey had gathered the human female from an alley and continued down the
