And while Ekaterina might not feed on my blood, she’d already admitted day watchers occasionally drank from their vampyres.
The bikers went back inside, muttering to each other, and I turned to the day watcher. “Let’s go home.”
“That sounds like a good idea. It’s been a long day.”
“Tell me about it,” I muttered. She gathered up the vampyres’ clothing. “What are you going to do with that?”
“We can’t leave these here.” She curled her lip at them.
I guessed she was right. The bikers hadn’t noticed the clothes on the pavement—it was lucky all the action had taken place on my side of the car, which was facing away from the restaurant—but if a curious cop found them and sent them out to have them tested…I had no intention of being the one whose actions revealed the existence of vampyres to
