<strong>Henry Marrow - his apartment</strong><br/><br/>“Yes Sir.” A slight pause. “I’ll send a couple of extra men, we’ll get it done tonight.”<br/><br/>In the meantime Daniela had swept past Henry and settled in on the sofa as if she owned the place. Shapely legs tucked daintily to one side, killer heels ever so slightly lifted off the ground. One arm curled up over the side rest, the other was lazily draped over the back of her seat. The Louis Vuitton sat at her feet like a patient dog.<br/><br/>“Henry…” Her polished voice suggested a sigh but her body language remained the same, elegantly languorous. Dark eyes flashed with a sudden cold anger. “You are being childish.”<br/><br/>“Don’t you remember anything of the embrace? When you passed out in my arms and your breathing faltered, your heart stopped and well -I am not entirely sure how to break this to you gently- your death?”<br/><br/>A cruel smile touched the perfect lips.<br/><br/>“As soon as I find a cure to death you will be the first to know, my dear childe. Until then I suggest you adjust to your new circumstances. You have been chosen to rule the night as one of us, the Clan of Kings. This is not mere death, my dear. This is rebirth. Power and responsibility await you, and I have no patience for false sentiments over something that lays past you now. You have much to learn if you wish to survive. Some lessons you will enjoy; others you will loath.”<br/><br/>Her eyes held a gleam of predatory pride as they roamed over his body.<br/><br/>“Are you ready to stop being foolish and start your lessons, childe?”<br/>