Lang looks at you as though he's seeing you for the first time, re-assessing as he considers his response. "You would have this done in your own haven?" he asks.
"Better than to risk her getting free," you say. "She'd destroy me in a heartbeat for my part in this and I don't doubt that she'd do the same to you. Why keep her around?"
"Why, indeed?" Lang brushes his unbloodied hand through the almost-invisible blond fuzz on his head. "Would you like to do it?"
You shake your head. "Probably better to keep it in the family. Proverbially speaking."
Lillian twists about on the floor and for a moment it looks like she's about to get to her feet despite the pain.
"Stay down," Lang commands. She does so immediately—clearly whatever strength she has left isn't nearly enough to overcome the power of Lang's compulsion. "All right," he says. "Do you have a private room I can work in?"
"Work in?" you ask. "You're planning to torture her?"
"Of course not," he says, looking scandalized. "Before we remove her from the equation, I need to extract some Blood. I simply cannot abide such a waste." He's already removing several small vials from the pack at his waist. "There's no point in being squeamish. Would you rather she find her way back here for revenge?" You shake your head. "I thought not," he says with a sharp nod.
"Gerard?" you prompt.
"I'll set up the guest room with some plastic sheeting," Gerard says. "We won't want to risk leaving any trace behind."
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