PETER JOHANSEN figured that the rumours must be right. Jefferson Duvas is a wimp. That's what he has been told.

Taking a passing glance on the guy's thick outer coat and gloved hands, he thought the scarf on his neck is an overkill. He's half a vampire, he should be okay with the city's cold weather. Their kind doesn't find comfort in warm temperature.

'He's half a human. Of course.' He lowered his eyes to hide the disdainful glint in it. 'They can be so weak.'

"Mr. Johansen." Jeffrey smiled. The pale lips shone pitifully. Peter guessed he might have put a bit of moisturizer on it. It made him...