Hector stared at the names on the slip of paper in shock for several minutes as he tried to understand why his Great Uncle would violate so many of their long-held rules by putting together this list of targets. What was even more puzzling was the cruel poison that he was being asked to use. It was one thing to target women and children, but to use such a horrific method…
"Great Uncle," Hector said slowly as he looked from the paper to Marcel's perfectly calm face. "Is this personal? Or professional?"
Over the decades since Marcel had taken over the family business, the vampire slowly carved sharp lines between different parts of his small commercial empire. Half of the business belonged entirely to his nephews and their descendants, and the only service they provided to Marcel and his Mistress was to act as a listening point, passively collecting information and functioning as places of safe haven when Marcel himself needed to travel.
