16
Dead Vamps Don’t Breathe
“What are you doing?” he asked.
I stood up. “Trying to decide if Gladys is dead or not.” I looked at the still form on the ground. “And if that’s actually Gladys.”
Alex walked in the room, and in about ten seconds had untied the woman, picked her up, and placed her gently on the bed—making me feel a little foolish and very useless in the process.
“Why would you think that’s not Gladys?”
But I had more pressing concerns. “She’s not dead, right?”
He closed his eyes and shook his head. When he opened them, he said, “Not dead. You need to have a chat with Wembley about what normal looks like for every other vampire but you. They don’t have a very strong pulse, but there is one. And she’s warm. And breathing.”
I gave him a sheepish look. “I couldn’t see her c
