Chapter 25Blood painted the female elf's hands as she and Quist eased the dark haired woman into a chair at one of the small tables in Tom's Tavern. The elf was Shelley (pronounced Shellay). The victim's neck, face, and clothes all had blood smeared on them, making me a bit queasy. I could see the bite marks on her neck, but I also knew she had bites on the arms—the wrist of one arm, and the inside of the elbow on the other—sweet spots. I knew this only because that's where Vasyl had bitten me oh-so-may-years-ago. Quist's hands and his shirt had smeared blood, too. Between the two of them, they made the woman as comfortable as possible, pillowing her head on someone's coat on the table. Morkel and Shelley conversed in low tones over her condition.
Shelley said, “We used holy water to clos
