Page 61 of Blood of a Huntsman

He'd intended to speak to his sister in any case. She might be young, but she had eyes and ears that worked just as well as any other spy’s.

"I'm afraid Claudia's away at the moment, but her rooms should be empty if you want to rest."

Away? That made little sense. At eighteen, the girl was rarely permitted outside of Stormhall, to Seth's knowledge. The Stormhales were protective of their youth.

"Where is she?"

Drusilla said some words, gave explanations. All Seth heard was more bullshit.

He made up an excuse and walked through the familiar palazzo until he'd reached his little sisters’ apartments. Catharina used to have the right side and Claudia the left, but now that the elder of the two was in Scotland, his youngest sibling had claimed the entire floor. It was pristine. Not one cushion out of place.

"Cendric."

The window flew open in less than ten seconds. A large man, fast as a shadow, appeared. Cendric was the oldest and strongest among the Stormhale guards and slayers. The true leaderof their forces.

The seventy-year-old vampire took one step forward before dropping to his knees.

"My lord."

He had many questions. But first things first.

"My sister. Report."

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