It took five minutes to reach Anya's den. She lived on the outskirts of what looked like a suburb. They stopped a block away, next to a "no parking" sign. Jorick popped open the glove box and pulled out a lumpy bundle of cloth. Katelina knew the contents before he opened it and handed her a hunting knife.
Oren asked, "You're sure you want her to go? She could stay in the van."
"It's her decision."
Oren muttered something under his breath and shut the van off, his eyes on the row of houses. Katelina followed his gaze and suddenly wondered if he might be right for once.
The back door of the van banged open. Though she couldn't hear them, she knew that eleven vampires were climbing out into the winter night. Oren followed. As soon as he'd shut the door Jorick turned to her. "Are you sure
