CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
SEEMA COWERED, TRYING not to move while huddling into an even smaller ball behind the grey stone. She'd made a mistake. Not as big a mistake as when she'd left Mike alone to fend for himself. This time only her life was at stake. But maybe bigger than when she'd run away from home all those years ago.
She'd realized leaving the vampire's lair had been a mistake soon after she'd fled, and yet she hadn't gone back, tail between her legs. Instead, she'd wandered the streets, her pride forcing her on, despite getting drenched by the rain and feeling increasingly ill at ease. Increasingly ill full stop.
Cats aren't known for admitting their mistakes, preferring to pretend they always meant to do whatever stupid thing they've done, a sibilant voice from long ago said.
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