IN FRONT OF MINA, IVAN stumbled under Keagan's dead weight. She smelled the blood that seeped from the wound on the Smith's head, even though it was congealing and starting to dry at the edges. He's still alive.
Ivan recovered and took another step, then went down, landing hard on one knee. Mina winced, as if it were her knee crashing into the hard floor of the tunnel. She opened her mouth to call out to Finn to wait but saw she had already stopped, her silhouette clear to Mina's vampire eyes despite the weak lights strung far apart.
Mina's vampire senses went on high alert — they weren't the first to pass this way tonight. The tunnel was redolent with the scents of a variety of creatures, and she couldn't tease them apart. She sidled past Ivan, shifting the awkward box into her other ha
