"Jacob's brother?" she asked, turning to look at her sister with a sharp, suddenly interest. It was a stark contrast to the usual dreamy expression she affected, the one that shielded her from harm. The one that singled her out as nothing more than 'just another Malkavian.'

She could snap from face to face in an instant.

And when she heard a biblical name, she knew it was time to pay attention.

"Tell me."

"You're not going to like this, poppet.