A QUICK RECHARGE IN Accra did Lucifer well. After two days of sunbathing, he was almost back to his old self. True to his word, the local vampire club offered rental donors with soul-deep satisfying blood. She sampled a salt and pepper haired man with dark skin and AB+ blood that made her heart sing. Among the Ghanian Creare, an old man's blood was an invaluable gift. To reciprocate respect, Kissera arranged for one of the few carvings from her Shidarian past to be given to the man.
They didn't spend a lot of time together in Accra and Kissera missed Lucifer's company. On the second night, he told her where the nearest portal was and how to get to New York. He was distant. Their kiss had affected him, but not in the positive way she thought. He seemed to regret it more than anything else.
