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By the time Klaus reached their room, he still had the bottle in hand, although he hadn't drunk any more from it. The taste of it was still on his lips, tart and slightly spicy, like nothing he'd ever tasted before, and the strong punch of alcohol had settled warmly in his stomach.

She would have made a fine vampire, he thought again, as the door opened, and he walked in and put the bottle down on his desk.