““Zelda Turret," I said, confused. "Remember? I introduced myself last night." "Yes, yes, I remember what you told me." He waved an impatient hand. "But is your given name Grizelda Watson?" He enunciated each syllable slowly and carefully, as though concerned he wouldn't say it right. Every part of me froze. Not just because he'd asked about a name I'd done everything I could to bury in the past. But also because as he'd carefully said my given name, in my brightly lit studio, his mouth has parted just enough for me to see his teeth in a way I hadn't last night in the dark. To my shock and horror, Peter was sporting a pair of what were very obviously vampire fangs.””
