Uh .
Are you sure you know which one you are? Roan or Schroder?” Pierce asked. “Things like this get confused so easily.”
The vampire shrugged his shoulders elegantly. “Ah, I can’t remember. These days I go by Roan. His reputation is cleaner than Schroder’s.”
I heard Pierce suck in his breath.
But Roan didn’t seem to care who he was talking to—whether it was me or Pierce. He was half lost in memory as he continued, “Sweeper, how could I blame you for trying to stop the same thing from happening in your family? I would have saved my brother if I could have.”
“Then why did you go after London in the first place, if you knew the damage it would cause?”
“I fell in love.”
I groaned and rolled my eyes. Vampires were so stupid about love.
He waved his hand in dismissal. “Not with her.
