Damon grinned. His luck attribute was working overtime. He had not only managed to locate one of the big shots, but he even managed to make them his Blood Thrall successfully.
Of course, this wouldn't have been possible if he had not Blood Marked them from before. But still, there was always a factor of luck involved. Even the best laid plans sometimes go to waste because of circumstances.
Viola straightened slowly, wiping the blood from her nose with the back of her hand. Her expression was as sharp and composed as ever, but she unexpectedly turned to look at Damon instead of examining the results of the ritual.
Before anyone could notice that something was amiss, Damon quickly cleared his throat and spoke in the best flirty way possible. "Hey babe, how about we have that chat now? You seem to be done with things here?"
