CHAPTER SIXTEEN
In a millisecond, Fiona was flying at me.
Tap tap.
Harris stood nearby, aiming at Fiona. He had trouble tracking her as she bounded onto the roof of the garage, across the alley, and onto a telephone pole.
Something crashed into me, knocking me into my garage door.
Bo. Fiona crashed into the gate next to my garage as the smell of g*n smoke entered my nostrils.
She snapped her fingers and pointed at us. Footsteps scudded across the gravel.
Harris fired.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
I suddenly became aware of the leash around my palms tugging me toward the fight. Then the leash slipped away and dragged against the gravel.
Hazel escaped and rushed at a vampire who was running at me. The guy didn’t look any older than thirty. She locked her jaws onto his wrist. The vampire screamed
