KISSERA WATCHED GRAY particles floating in a beam of late morning sun. That's all that's left of him. She didn't know how old Varro was, but a man's life should end with more than a pile of ash. The exhilaration as he breathed his last spent itself in less than twenty minutes. It should have lasted longer.
Behind her, Charouth cleaned up. “You surprised the hell outta me, vampire. Didn't know you had that much sadism in you.” She dropped discarded machinery on the bloody spots on the floor, kicking up dust and sending more ashes into the air. When she finished, she perched on a half crumbled wall under another hole in the roof. She spread her wings and arched her head back, basking in the sun. “We should have another bloody girls night out some time.”
“You seem rather happy with yourself
