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I look away, cover my ears, but the snapping sound leaks through my hands, anyway.
Ben is standing over another dead vampire.
The crowd of drunken, deadbeat arseholes are alive with cheers, with applause, thrilled to see another victim of my brother. Maggie is sitting on her stool, the g*n pointed at me, that smirk still etched across her face.
She’s big, strong, but I could take her in a fight. I know I could. I’d smash those yellow teeth of hers, crush that fat, red nose with one strike. But what would that accomplish? She has too many followers. Too many guns. Maybe if I was on my own, I could make a run for the gate, take my chances on the road. But I could never leave Ben.
He tries to stand, but his knees collapse, his left eye bruised and swollen. One more beating like tonigh
