CHAPTER ELEVEN
MINA SAT IN THE CORNER on the floor, scritching the cat under its chin, as she waited to be hauled off by Bee into some new dungeon for more training. The cat craned its neck, allowing her better access. Mike's cat. Mike who was dead, and the cat seemed to know. It clung to her and hissed whenever anyone else came too close, like Brett in the kitchen.
The other vampires were in a heated, hushed discussion, minus Dar, who was still AWOL. The group stood in the middle of the Sanctuary, contained in a circle of muted light cast from the stained-glass sky above, arms crossed and jaws set. They'd stopped briefly when she'd come upstairs to watch her walk towards them, but returned to their debate after she slid to sit in the corner. She'd been letting their words wash over her
