“Damn it,” said the sorcerer, lowering his hand and staring at the dumpster with a mixture of annoyance and disappointment. “That was my favorite knife. Now I’ll never get it back.”
Personally, I thought that the fact that a dangerous vampire just got away was more noteworthy than the fact that this guy lost one of his favorite weapons, but I didn’t say that aloud. I just got to my feet, dusting off my jeans and jacket and checking myself to make sure I was okay. Aside from a few scrapes and bumps, I seemed fine, though that made sense, because I didn’t do a whole lot of actual fighting. At least, nothing on the same level as this sorcerer guy anyway.
“Thanks for saving me,” I said, looking at the sorcerer. “I thought I was a goner there.”
The sorcerer turned around, and my jaw fell ope
