Using his thumb and forefinger, he gently massaged the bridge of his nose. The enhanced sight was still a bit too much for him. On top of that, the news Sybil had just dropped on him was so not what he wanted to hear. In three days' time, he'd be back in the city dozens of people - living, breathing, blood-filled people. A starving man at a buffet.
How on earth was he supposed to pull this off?
"So what you're telling me is," he began slowly. "That I have three days to learn how to interact with society and not bite anyone?"
She nodded solemnly but he was fairly certain he could see some morbid humour shining in her bright blue eyes.
"I have every faith in you."
"Oh heck no," he exclaimed as a realization struck him. "You want me to bite someone. You think it would be funny!"
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