18. Unwanted Attention
The vampire — I’d grabbed a female — didn’t struggle, which surprised me. I turned her around. She had a glazed look in her eyes and a pained expression on her face. There was something about her scent that made me hesitate. It seemed tainted somehow.
“Danizriel,” it was annoying having to call him by his real name, “if you’re not busy, can you come here for a moment?”
Danny appeared a few moments later, tensed for a fight. He glanced around quickly to assess the situation, and seeing nothing out of the ordinary, relaxed.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
I pulled the vampire over to him. She didn’t resist — more zombie than vampire. Could she be some sort of freaky cross-breed?
“She doesn’t seem right,” I explained. “Her scent is mixed up with something I don’t recogn
