Chapter 8
The moment he woke up, Reynaud knew he wasn’t alone in the house. Not that he was worried it was an enemy. He sensed immediately that it was Burke.
Why is he still here? Or here at all?
He was fairly certain he knew the answer. Burke hadn’t gone home as Reynaud had asked, and when he’d arrived at the house Antoine had let him in.
Now what do I do? Shower, I suppose, and get dressed. Feed, and then…He shrugged. Take it from there.
When he was presentable, casually dressed in jeans and a worn T-shirt, he went downstairs to the kitchen. Opening a small refrigerator concealed behind the back paneling in one of the cupboards, he took out a bag of blood, dropped his fangs, and began to drink.
“That’s curiously interesting,” Burke said from the doorway.
As Reynaud had heard him a
