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I’ve never sat in a seven and a half tonne lorry before, or any lorry for that matter—and especially one with thirty-two vampires locked up in the back.
Haven’t heard a peep out of the inventory all journey, which should be a good thing—but it’s not. If anything, it’s unsettling. Eerie. The sun is strong today, with scarcely a cloud in sight, so most of them should be fast asleep. Not that you could hear anything through the sluggish diesel engine and terrible ‘80s power-ballads over the radio.
Erin’s been dozing for most of the three-hour journey; her head resting against my shoulder; her silky black hair touching the skin on my neck. It’s a little uncomfortable having her weight pressing down on me, yet I can’t bring myself to move. I wouldn’t want to miss a moment of it. It feels
