Chapter Forty-One
'Margot'.
'Yes'.
'Come to me'.
She gazed at Lord Samael.
She focused on the Vampire.
'Tomorrow is the death of me'.
'You're dead, my Lady. Exquisitely dead'.
He kissed her, and fed on her blood.
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