8. Taste for Evil
Drake turned his attention back to me. “To make it more sporting, we’ll give you a head start. Say an hour?”
There was hissing as the other vampires disapproved of the amount of time I was to be granted to run from them.
Drake shrugged his shoulders. “I’m sorry. I tried to make it more sporting. Half an hour then, but as she’s at a disadvantage, you,” he pointed to all the vampires in the shelter, “will follow in groups of two, five minutes apart.”
When the hissing turned into angry cries he stomped his foot on the ground and the earth trembled at the sheer force of it. The vampires quietened down.
“Those are the terms of the hunt. Anyone who doesn’t play by my rules will be answerable to me!” Drake’s voice rang with authority. “If you feel you cannot abide by the ru
