![]() ![]() "I do occasionally show up in people's nightmares." He was neither American nor Russian I couldn't identify the accent. ![]() "Dream, eh? That," the Moroi said, with the very slightest hint of a smile, "is not something I hear very often. Something about him said he was the kind of guy who broke kneecaps to get his way. My initial impression of that flamboyance would have been pirate or pimp. Below it, I could see a bit of gold, a chain to match the gold hoop earring he wore in one of his ears. He wore a long dark coat that screamed money, paired with a cashmere crimson scarf. Most astonishing of all was his clothing. ![]() There was some pigment in his skin, but it was underscored by an intense pallor. If you've ever seen tan or dark-skinned people who are sick and grow pale, it's a lot like that. He had black hair and a goatee, and about as tan a complexion as Moroi ever had. He was older than me, close to Olena's age. Abe's was the strange face I'd seen while I'd been going in and out of consciousness after the fight by the barn. They all remained standing, the dhampirs fanning out around the Moroi in a sort of protective formation. ![]()
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