Chapter Twenty-Four
Temporal
She knew who was calling her before she answered her phone. At first, she debated whether or not to answer it, then decided she might as well get it over with.
"Hello, Jahar."
"Where the f**k are you? Why did you leave the station?"
Fasha stared at the nearly empty liter of cow"s blood she held in her other hand. It had been warm going down, and already she could feel herself becoming stronger and more alert. Damn! What did Brits feed their cattle anyway? Bovine blood in the states never tasted as good, or gave her such a quick boost of energy.
Damn! What did Brits feed their cattle anyway? "Fasha!"
"I went to get me something to make me feel better," she answered him. It was the truth. He just didn"t need to know the specifics.
"It"s dark out! The Ripp
