CROUCHED BESIDE THE tombstone in the cemetery, fractured scenes of the battle played through Mina's mind: Cam bent back over a tombstone, bleeding on the grey marble; Seema striding naked through the graves, a gleaming blade in her hand; Jack almost dying as he knelt in front of her, a crimson blade in his shoulder, before Lin and her creature carted him away. She lifted her muddy fingers to her lips. Breathing in deeply, she could almost taste Jack's blood in the dirt, even though it was long since washed away by the misting sleet that plagued the city.
She shivered, soaked through, her jeans tight and clammy against her skin. As a vampire, the cold bit less keenly but it still had teeth.
Seema, on the other hand, was a feline and a tropical one at that, regardless of what form she bore
