Vampire Ancestor.
Well, that explained the slight tickling at the back of my neck that had felt suspiciously like dread wrapped in velvet.
'No wonder I couldn't sense her properly,' Luna muttered in my head, her voice edged with something close to actual alarm. 'She's low Immortal-rank, Arthur.'
'Is she injured?' I asked, hopeful in the same way someone might be hopeful when their enemy had a limp but was still driving a tank.
'Yes,' Luna replied. 'She took out three Elders. Took a bit out of her. But even drained... she's on a different level. We're talking about someone who danced with Magnus Draykar and lived to tell about it.'
Of course she was. Because why not? The universe didn't like me that much.
