men who had come to “view” her, the vampires seemed to have left
the feudal era behind.
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“Yes,” Dellacourt said slowly. “We need to talk about that, little
man. What would you say if I told you I could triple your business on
this sweet little piece of ass?”
Rhys sighed, and Meg decided that he and Dellacourt probably
had a long history, and not a lot of it was good. “I would say that the
day I start listening to a slick vampire salesman is the day my wife
should carve me up with a piece of wrought iron.”
Cara nodded somberly. “I have it all ready, too. The minute he
goes soft, I’m taking him out.”
Cara held out her small hand, and Meg placed hers there. The
little gnome started to lead her out into the sunlight. Dellacourt didn’t
miss a beat.
“Seriously, I can make this a very profitable venture for you,
Rhys.” Dellacourt followed them into the sunshine. There was a small
whirring sound. Meg gasped as sunglasses formed around the
vampire’s eyes. Dellacourt grinned down at her. “Nanites, babe.
Those are tiny computers, to the less technologically advanced. All of
our clothes and accessories have nanite tech in them. They are
intensely useful little fuckers. Of course, every now and then they
band together and try to take over the world. Hey, what’s progress
without the occasional apocalypse?” He turned back to Rhys. “Back
to my point, I just need a few hours. I’ll give you a half-million in
gold, and all you have to do is delay this tournament until, say, eight
o’clock.”
“That ain’t happening.” Rhys turned from the vampire and
continued walking.