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The suspicion had been building over months, and now, it just became more and more worrisome.

"Go in and sit by Gaston." Ricky's tone was as serious as any order he'd ever heard from the elder gangrel. The kind of tone that said blood.

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Doyle sat down in Elysium, his wounds still aching from the fight with Jordan. He was starting to get hungry, but leaving to feed would mean someone else would have opportunity to follow Joshua and Sofia off into the night, as they doubtless prepared themselves for opportunists. All their enemies were here, yet. All their enemies, he could at ( Read more... )

Doyle had been looking out for her all through the past few nights, accepting no other option and taking her to the new house. It was spacious enough - but new was the premier word. All sorts of modern styling, nice and clean, wide-open areas. It seemed so sterile to Doyle - not hardly lived in.

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Sunday evening, Chicago, the Midwest Assembly of Princes.

Doyle stood nearby the docks, his limousine pulling up quietly beside before the driver got out to open the door for him. It wasn't long before his guest arrived, either.

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