But then his eyes slid sideways—toward the vampires, toward Sir Alden, toward the envoy. A spark of recognition flared.
"That blond one… isn't he the human merchant who sold blood pills to Grandma?" he whispered. Mavis had never met him, but the photo Grandma and Zirron showed to him looked almost identical with this vampire. "Wait—how are they safe? Aren't vampire nobles bad news? And that blond vampire… I swear he was human."
Zirron moved closer, giving Alden a curt nod before turning a conflicted stare toward Regulus and the envoy himself. Recognition sharpened on his face—this "merchant" was a vampire all along. He snorted under his breath. These vampires were far better at disguising themselves than he'd assumed. He would definitely need to check their backgrounds properly this time.
