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Every word out of her mouth was get-me-to-the-dentist sweet. Vlad had never been within ten paces of such an angel. Rosalyn and Caiaphas had their moments (plenty, in fact), but there was a hard, crusty edge to both girls that Caoimhe had not yet developed. She was still fragile, and though she had been in his life for less time than it took to take a dump, Vlad already felt protective over her.

Do you lead? Vlad roared with laughter, throwing his head back and forcing it up from the pit of his stomach. "Beauty Meestery meck so gud yoke! Vlad breeng wulf to Salty Winter peck - beeg boss are Bleckface. I taking you meet," he promised, squinting out over the beach. The sand was firmer here, packed down by the weight of the ocean and much easier to traverse. "I first teaching cetch creb - naamber one skeel. Aha - thees creb. You seeing?" He indicated at a cluster of slow-moving shells to their right.