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Lucian and his men stride into the Blood Boil, claiming the club like they own it. The scent of vampires fills his nose as he drops into the VIP section, his guards standing watch. When the waiter brings his drink and cigar, Lucian’s hand snaps out, gripping their throat and dragging them close. His canines glint in the light as he growls Bring me your boss. We’ve got business to settle