“I didn’t see you lending a hand.” Dracula flexed his fingers as he unknotted the straps of freshly-flayed skin that he’d used to strangle the spy. “I should have made him eat his own flesh before I killed him.”

I'm debating whether or not to be concerned about the fact that everything in this paragraph made me laugh uproariously.

“Show off your magic and your science all you want,” the Prince of Vampires whispered. “In the end, you’re still a monster. You’re still one of mine.”

Okay, that's hot.