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“Hello, mother,” the vampiress coolly replied. She paid close attention to Katherine’s expression. Yes, she had returned from the dead, that much she knew, but she couldn’t possibly fathom just how much had happened between then and now. “It can’t be coincidence I would wake in this city,” she stated more as fact than an accusation. “Is New Orleans your.. home?” The idea itself confused her, and it was written plainly on her features.

They were crossing paths, like strangers in the warm summer night, but the younger had grabbed her and pulled her around the corner. “If I didn’t know better,” the thick Bulgarian accent rang true in the vampiress’ whisper, “I would say you’ve lost your touch.”