"I came here to ask you something."
Her posture perked up instantly.
"Go on, I'll answer it as best as possible," she responded.
"You might not be as influential as the witches and vampires, but since you've lived in this city for years and you're the queen of the lamias, you must know a lot of things."
"I would consider myself knowledgeable on matters of the city, yes."
"Good. How much do you know about the Dracule clan?"
"The Dracule clan? They've been around for centuries. They existed before this city was even built. They are an odd breed that's for sure."
When she said they were an odd breed, I could sense something else behind her words. Of course, it caught my interest.
"What do you mean they are a different breed?" I asked.
An amused smile appeared on her face. A smile that told me she was going to reveal something interesting.
"Long ago, the Djinn had a mistress. A mistress with the last name Dracule."
My eyes narrowed at her.
"Do you mean…"
