CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
THE COLLECTOR'S YOUNG assistant punched in the numbers that unlocked the door, then turned to gawp at her. Night noted that the Collector stood to the side, handkerchief to his face, his white coat flecked with red. A ludicrous colour to wear to a robbery. She herself was dressed head to toe in red leather. She sighed and ran her fingertips lightly down her torso, over the slick spots where blood had spattered. Bringing a finger to her lips, she licked it clean. The assistant's eyes went so wide, she thought they'd fall out. She gave him a predatory smile, and he swallowed.
Lin's boot heels clacked along the empty hallway as she jogged towards them. Night turned her head to the vampire, who gave her a crisp nod, as blood from the pair of daggers in her hands dripped on
