Chapter Eight
I’m back in the restaurant just as Nero finishes his order.
“And what can I get you?” The waiter smiles his fake smile at me, just as he did in my vision.
“Run!” I shout at Nero and leap to my feet.
As I sprint for the restaurant exit, the same wave of anxiety spreads through me—only now I know what’s behind it.
To my relief, Nero is on my tail.
I screech to a halt in the middle of the road—just as the police car pulls onto the street and heads my way.
Making eye contact with the officers, I wave my arms like a psychotic cheerleader.
Nero steps in front of me protectively.
If the cops decide to ram someone with their car, it would be him, not me.
I wonder what would happen if he was hit? Something tells me Nero is harder to kill than even a vampire.
“Did you see a
