Though Renard tried to appear calm and poised, it was obvious he was furious. His jaw tightened as he glared at Dane and he demanded in a low, strained voice,
"Do you have the slightest idea what wounding a human entails?"
"Of course," Dane replied pleasantly, tilting his head as though surprised the question even needed asking. "Drawing blood. And I did."
Angelina had walked towards Oliver. When she pulled the needle out, a drop of blood dripped down and she leaned forward to lick it clean. The vampiress then announced,
"It looks the hunt has finally come to an end. Oliver and I will be going ahead. Congratulations, Dane and Ruelle."
"Thanks, cousin," Dane chirped back.
"You Slater and Ravencroft colluded," Renard snapped in annoyance.
Dane's lips curved softly, almost foxlike as if he was enjoying himself. He feigned innocence, "I'm afraid I don't know what you mean."
