Chapter 43
Michael stood in the middle of the hideaway as if he’d been waiting for them. Marc emerged from the tunnel first, and when he started to stutter an apology, Michael shushed him. “It’s OK, Marc. There was nothing you could have done. It was destined to be.”
Fitzsimmons came next, followed by Peterson. Upon seeing the gray-haired vampire staring calmly at them, Peterson drew the blade from his cane.
“I was expecting Terrill,” Fitzsimmons said.
“I’m sure you were,” Michael said. “You’ll have to settle for me.”
“And you are …?”
“Oh, come now, Fitzsimmons. You know perfectly well who I am.”
Fitzsimmons cast a nervous glance at Peterson, stepped back, and pulled out his pistol. “If you are who you say you are—and I’m not sure I believe it—then why are you here? Why now?”
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