This was a lot like getting to raid a candy store.
Saerian hadn't seen anything like this in some time. Phaedra had had dreams like this, about things she knew her brothers hunted. Her imagination had run rampant with their stories. It was a delirious, half-real thing, the way she did it. Molly's dreams were all real. The details were from life. Phaedra hadn't had that to draw from until she'd died.
He hung back among the Red Court vampires, exhaling a thin line of smoke. The flashing lights and sounds were impressive. Saerian decided he liked Molly Carpenter.