Angel's Blood (Page 14)
"How did you lose her?" Raphael stared at Dmitri, impassive.
"She cut my throat."
Raphael looked at the vampire's clean shirt, his damp hair. "It occurred soon after she left if you've had time to clean up."
"Yes. She didn't want an escort home."
"I wanted to taste her."
Raphael struck out without warning, slamming Dmitri to the floor with a broken jaw. "I told you she was off-limits. Are you challenging my authority?"
The vampire stood, waiting for his jaw to heal enough that he could speak. "You fought."
A bow of Dmitri's head. "My apologies, sire. I did not realize her blood was yours." Disappointment in his eyes, but no hint of rebellion. "I'm surprised you only broke my jaw."
With the dazzling clarity of absolute Quiet, Raphael could see that Dmitri was sincere. "I need you functional. We have work to do."
"I can track her."
"What would you like me to do?" Dmitri asked, his voice almost normal. He was old enough that most injuries-especially those that involved little to no loss of blood-healed relatively quickly.
"Get me the Guild Director's home address, as well as that of Ransom Winterwolf."