It had been a dead night for Burke as far as hunting went, so he stopped early and called Reynaud to ask him to join him at the club if he was free—which he was. As a matter of fact, for the last month Burke only come upon one vampire preying on a human. When he’d said something about it to Reynaud the previous Saturday, Reynaud replied that the vampire population had finally come to the realization that The Hunter was not going anywhere.
“It took five years?” Burke replied in disbelief.
Reynaud chuckled. “Sometimes we’re slow to catch on.”
Now, after spending an hour dancing, and chatting with a couple of the regulars they had become friends with, Reynaud suggested it was time to leave.
As soon as they were out of the club, he said, “We have to talk.”
Burke grimaced. “That sounds sor
