CHAPTER SEVEN
SEEMA SKITTERED AROUND the corner, sliding on the polished floor, overshooting doorway at the top of the stairs. She scrambled back to the midnight blue opening and fled down into the darkness, not seeing any other means of escape. She needed to get out of here, away from these vampires. Athanatos or not, they won't understand. But the only exit she knew of was the one through which she'd entered the den of bloodsuckers, ensconced in Mina's arms. And it was blocked by the conclave chattering about Mike's death – 'what killed him, why kill a bum'.
As if they have any idea. Mike wasn't a bum, and her home was out there with him – or had been. Patrolling the streets, the back alleys, the rooftops, watching the goings on at the church with Mike. She paused halfway down the stai
