Chapter 11
It had been a month since Reynaud and Burke had professed their love and things were back to normal.
One Saturday night, Burke was out hunting, as he did every weekend. He had followed a vampire as he led his prey into an alley behind the shops on Magazine Street—taking him out before he could feed. This was the third time this evening that he’d had to dispatch one, and it was only midnight. It made him wonder what was going on.
He texted Reynaud to find out where he was, which was at the club, and said he’d meet him there. When he arrived, he suggested they take a walk because what he had to say wasn’t something they could talk about with dozens of men around.
“We’re aware there’s a problem,” Reynaud said as they walked toward the river—after Burke told him about having dea
