Chapter 63 The Exchange

• Like werewolves, vampyres had rules and a command structure. Unlike werewolves, they ran in packs and like elves, inhabited the underworld of the city. They stuck to back alleys and bars no one went into alone. Not if they planned to be breathing by the end of the night. If there was anything illegal going on, be it drugs, vice, murder, or any combination of the three. All controlled in some way or another by their leader, the vampyre lord.
• Given that they were all pathological liars with homicidal tendencies at the best of times, the Vampyre lord was a person most people avoided like the bubonic plague. And with good reason. Tall, blond, and with the kind of looks that had both men and women falling at his feet, Matthew was not as wholesome as he looked.
• Ruthless, single-minded, and vicious, he was spoken about on the backstreets with the same kind of awe Aldric Peterson was in more civilized circles. Xavier had cooperated in a few… business deals with him. As few as he could get away with because the guy definitely had more than a few screws loose.