Griffin's eyes widened as the woman struggled in the man's grip, letting loose a short shriek as his fangs grazed her throat. He could see now that there was a series of double puncture wounds on her throat where the vampire had been feeding on her.
He swore. 'These people have a dungeon?'
"Of course," the man growled with obvious glee. "Where else would you expect us to keep our food supply? We can't have the livestock running amok, now can we?"
Griffin's stomach did an unpleasant flip at the thought of who knows how many human beings stuffed in a tiny, dingy stone room, huddled together, waiting for a grim death.
His hand tightened on the letter opener. He had no way of knowing whether or not the pseudo-weapon would even work. He hadn't gotten the chance to ask Sibyl very ma
