“Explain, Sabrina, how you know he did not create the dragon,” Drakulya requested in a deadly voice but didn"t take his eyes off Rushall.
“I"ll do better.” I turned to the mirror where I saw the Indian no one else could see. “Dante? Show yourself, please.”
Four feet away, Dante appeared as himself, and went into his usual genuflect, right hand over his heart and head bowed to me. “My lady,” he said.
Everyone stirred, but no one moved from their positions.
“This is Dante,” I said. “He is an Undead vampire who is always with me. He can shift into any animal—real or imagined.” Apparently.
Drakulya"s gaze ventured over to Dante. “What is an Undead vampire?”
“He died but his spirit never went on. Because of our love, he clings to me, and remains at my side. Most of the time you won"t see
