Exton

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They don't like the vampyre in the back, do they?"

Guunnar rises and picks up his mug draining it. "No. He has tried to mesmerize Ob's wife. They are very protective men. I need a refill." He whispers as he moves past Ramji, "Watch carefully, Little Brother. Do not let him catch you watching."

Guunnar stops by a table of shifter women. They scream with delight and give him hugs and kisses. Ramji shakes his head, watching as the vampyre's eyes narrow. Nicholas strolls past the booth. It is an obvious Territory warning. This is Nicholas' domain. The cloaked servant stiffens. Allah.. don't let them pay for Nicholas' warning.

He raises his beer. The amber liquid is the way he likes it, room temperature. Even after a hundred years, he still doesn't understand how some of the Riders prefer their beer ice cold. His eyes sweep the room as he lowers his glass. The vampyre is staring at Nicholas.

He motions indulgently and the servant rises, hurrying to the bar. The walk... the height... female, either small, or very young. She walks proud, yet has a hesitation to her movements. She stills momentarily near his table, letting someone pass. The vampyre stares at her and she hurries to the booth.

Ramji shifts his gaze, keeping the booth in sight. It bothers him to see her in the role of servant. He remembers the beatings for small things, the indignities upon his body. Herne saved him the night he killed the Demon that had held his sisters in thrall. He was eighteen, on the edge of being too old for the Demon's tastes. He had to end things before his sisters took his place.

His hands caress his empty arm sheathes. He catches a glimpse of fine features as she glances his way, eyes quickly lowering.