Alexandria regarded the boy and then back at the now, two gentlemen standing outside her car doors. One big and rough-looking, Frederick if she remembered correctly, and this one, Montferrier with the mask. Not wanting to delay, she felt very uncomfortable with the idea of giving them her blood, or that of her Childe's blood. Her heart twisted into knots, her stomach doubly so, as she tried to maintain her air of authority over her own personal space. She scrunched up her pretty features, reluctantly holding out her finger.
"We do not have much choice if the Sabbat are involved, dear one. We should cooperate in the spirit of mutual benefit: one, they can have a sample, but the other? In good faith, safe passage, one would hope," Nodding at the boy to do the same for the masked man on the other side of the car door, she bit her lip watching the both of them as carefully as she could. She had her cell phone in her small purse, but she kept quiet, watching them like a hawk, should they do anything remotely stupid.
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