A vampire stood up in the middle of a row. The groom raised the dead and slew vampires for a living. Like a fire that was burning me up from the inside. Mendez obeyed that voice, as he'd been trained to, but he kept glancing back at me and the vampire in the corner.
He laid his hands in his own lap, and his eyes were back to being sad, like someone had hit a switch. Usually, the gun made most clients nervous, but Barbara Brown didn't give a fuck about my gun. It needed to be fresh. I was going to end up looking like a vampire junkie, always carrying a fresh bite mark.
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