But this boy didn't have any of her blood, none at all. Even so, she touched his pretty hair fondly, because he gave a fitting reaction.

Diva tilted her head, touching her chin thoughtfully. Project Leviathan... Le-vi-a-than... Hm, had she heard something like that? She wasn't sure. Amshel's projects never really interested her, but it seemed like all sorts of cut-and-paste things were wandering around, and they were usually Amshel's doing...

"No," she finally said. "Amshel's my Chevalier. He owns everything, and everybody else is underneath him."