I looked at his reflection in the glass. What was Khimar, really? Vampire, clearly, but not an ordinary one. Only natural-born or prehistoric vampires could compel other vampires. That meant he had to be natural-born. His mother was an enchantress, so his father must have been the vampire. But there was something else, something that didn't quite fit. Was there shifter blood in him too? The thought sent a chill through me.
I was so deep in thought that I barely noticed the Cindy on the other side leaning closer to the man, her smile faltering slightly, as if she could already sense his guilt.
"I say he's guilty," Khimar said suddenly, his voice cutting through my thoughts like a blade. "And he'll try to go all the way."
I blinked, startled. My attention snapped back to the mirror. The man's hand was creeping across the table toward the Cindy's thigh.
