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I’ve lost track of where we are. I thought we were still in Newton Port, but I don’t recognise these streets.
I’m still unsure how trustworthy these people are, but it’s not like I have an endless supply of options. After all, the woman is right—those men would have found me eventually, especially with me working the late-shift at the kebab shop. Hell, they probably know Hakesh. Everyone else does.
Like always, Ben’s wounds have already completely healed—apart from one: his broken leg. I’m not sure why. Maybe there’s too much damage to the bone. It’s not like there’s a book on vampire anatomy and the miracles of rapid healing. I’m trying not to panic, trying to stay calm, but it’s upsetting to see him in so much pain.
There’s a rumble of gravel under the tyres as the van comes to a s
