Freya rolled her eyes. She didn’t need some lowly vamp explaining the classifications of undead to her. Freya knew what her spell needed; he was merely convenient at this point. “I could speak the same warning to you,” she told him. Freya knocked her head back, a soft laugh escaping her rouge lips. “I do not take orders. Surely not from a blood sucker.”
“Im not giving you orders, I am telling you not to push your luck. I am not above draining you of your blood.” He told her as he looked at her when she laughed. “Tell me what you want me to do.” HE said sternly as he frowned.
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