“How?” he asked. His eyes that looked so much like Porsche’s were bearing into me.
“Well, Sir, what if I asked for your assistance in getting rid of two vampires?”
“Who?” Thomas shot back, clearly interested, but not dropping his guard any further. I bit my lip, looking around once more to check that Amy was still too far away to hear what I was about to say:
“My sire, Selene. And consequently, myself.”