“You must be immune,” said Rhy. Alucard looked down at his hands, considering the scars that traced his veins. “And to think, all I had to give up were my good looks.” Rhy managed a ghost of a smile. “I rather like the silver.” Alucard raised a brow. “Do you? Maybe it will start a trend.” Kell rolled his eyes. “If you two are done,” he said, “we should show the king.”
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