"No, of course not." A slow smile spread across his chiseled features.
It dawned on me that this man knows what I am. My gut tightened. His gun had to be loaded with silver bullets. As if reading my thoughts, he swept aside the other side of his coat to reveal a row of four wooden stakes in leather loops hanging from his belt.
"Coming from a costume party?" I asked, my voice leaden in my ears.
He shook his head again, this time slowly, his dark eyes never leaving mine. "No. I’m a vampire hunter."
I snort. "Vampires? Who believes in such fairy tales?"
"More like nightmares, actually." With inhuman speed, he snatched a stake from its holster and hurled it at me in one smooth motion. It cut the air with a swish, racing for the center of my chest.
The distance separating us was no more t
