“Then that is a terrible shame,” Morwenna said ruefully, getting to her feet with the assistance of her walking stick, reluctantly accepting that her efforts were falling on deaf ears. Vampires were a stubborn breed by nature but Morwenna didn’t have enough time left in her life to continually bash her head against a brick wall that didn’t wish to crumble.

She had staff for that sort of thing.

“I hope not to see you down here again.” Morwenna offered, taking her leave before the vampire formed another witty, blocking retort.

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MJ knows my soul rings to the rune of this iconic hat