Angel's Blood (Page 9)
Raphael watched the taxi pull away, surprised she'd taken it. Elena was proving the most unpredictable of all those under his command. Of course, she'd argue with that description, he thought, amused in the way only a lethally powerful immortal could be.
The door opened behind him. "Sire?"
"If the sire so wishes." A pause. "I could reduce her to begging. She would no longer disobey your orders."
"And after?" Dmitri's voice was full of sensual anticipation. "May I have her after the hunt? She . . . draws me."