Dominic The hotel went quiet beneath my voice, not silent, never silent in a place this alive, but quiet in the way a room goes quiet when something important is about to be said. “Ladies and gentlemen. Werewolves, demons, witches, and every other creature of the dark currently enjoying my hospitality.” I let my voice carry the particular weight I reserved for moments that mattered. “I am Prince Dominic of Black Crest.” I felt the attention of the entire building shift toward me at once, every floor, every table, every cage and corridor and private room, all of it turning in the direction of my voice the way iron filings turn toward a magnet. Lord B
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