CHAPTER SEVEN
The night was still young when Vanessa pulled up to the curb in front of the apartment. She cast a worried look at the other two women in the car, feeling as though their evening had gone completely sideways on them. She'd known it was a risk, following the path of a woman who stole the youth and life from young women, but she hadn't expected the way she'd feel watching Emma Jane turn into a hunter in front of her. She'd seemed so wise and gentle every other time when they'd been together that it had been almost frightening to witness her transformation. Vanessa thought she'd moved past the whole 'blind people are harmless' thing. Apparently not.
Man, I've obviously got a long way to go toward being an open and accepting human.
"Does anyone need help getting into the house
