“Speaking as one of your minions,” Larry called from the back seat, “are you sure you’re not the one who’s overconfident?” Jean-Claude glanced back at him. “Serephina was centuries old when I met her. The limit of a vampire’s powers is well established after two or three centuries. I know her limits, Lawrence.” “Stop calling me Lawrence. The name’s Larry.” Jean-Claude sighed. “You have trained him well.” “He came that way,” I said. “Pity.” Jean-Claude.”
