From Protector of the Grey House:
Morgan easily took the bait. Self-conscious men usually did. He rushed Natalia, thinking to kill her, but never reached his target. Natalia used the staff that leaned against the wall next to her as a bat and used Morgan’s head as a baseball. The CRACK! as wood hit bone echoed in the room. Morgan staggered, fell back, healed, and readied himself for the next attack.
“You owe me blood, bitch.” He was hunched over slightly, as if about to charge. Natalia leveled the staff in both hands.
“I owe you nothing.”
“You broke my neck. When you broke Lorraine’s neck you fell to your knees and offered her your blood, so she could heal. Bow to me and give me what I deserve.”
“Lorraine was worth healing.” Natalia moved away from the wall, toward the center of the room where there was more space.
“It’s a House LeGris rule. You said so yourself.” He started to circle her. She let him.
“Yes, but you’re not of House LeGris.” She saw Vincent smile over Morgan’s shoulder and smiled back.
“Neither was she.”
“House LeGris exists because of Lorraine.”
“Give me your blood!” His bellow echoed in the room.
“Come and get it.”