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“This place reeks of death,” Caleb choked out and covered his mouth with the crook of his arm as he dragged his unconscious cargo into one of the cells.
“You get used to the smell.”
“Why do you keep all these prisoners? Why not just kill them?”
“They all have their uses.”
“Creating the smell, you mean?” Caleb’s lip curled in disgust as he gazed at the grimy cell.
The air here was damp and smelled of death and dirt. The figure huddled on the ground at his feet had been dressed in the finest clothes just hours ago. They were now splattered in blood and smeared with dirt from his struggles.
“Secure him, and I’ll meet you in the office.”
I didn’t need to stand around explaining my methods to Caleb. He had fetched the vampire Antonio from his lair. Antonio was reclusive and a
