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Leilah cast a look of bemusement at the annoyed Becker. “So, is this part of the fool or the plan?”
Becker held up a finger and smiled. “He may not open the door for us, but he may open it for a wounded vampire.” He rummaged inside his dinner jacket and drew out a small pin. The vampires in attendance drew back with a sharp hiss.
All except Leilah, whose dark look grew darker. “Steven Becker, what in the world are you doing with a silver pin on your person?”
He grinned as he drew up the sleeve of his arm. “I never leave home without one. A protection of sorts against those younger vampires who make such nuisances of themselves. Now,” He held the tip of the needle over his arm, “we shall have our entrance to the good doctor’s lair.”
Becker pricked his arm and black smoke aro
