Nia POV
The true extent of what has happened dawns on me while I hold the warrior’s hand. I fought a vampire … and lived. Oh, dear heavens! I never thought I would say those words in a million years! And I do not even have someone I can tell.
I hear Master’s voice in the distance, and I look up. That is when it hits me – an awkward, eerie silence, and all eyes are on me. They look at me like I am a circus freak with horns, a dragon tail and a p***s as a nose – all at once.
“What?” I ask hesitantly, looking from face to face.
“What and how did you do it?” Master asks, pointing to Mark and his friend. “How did you calm them down?”
“Human touch,” I shrug nonchalantly. “Nothing supernatural.”
“Bullshit!” A warrior barks at me. “We touched them, carried them, and it didn’t help.”
“Well,
