19
SILAS
The next day dawns brighter than the one before, though it might be my mindset. Narimi feels nearer here — the end of all this feels closer. I relish the day we can walk away from here free of this drama and live out our long, undead lives in peace. At least then, we’ll have time to dive into what we’d most like to know: What Dawn really is, why we can’t make her one of us, and how we can keep her with us forever if she isn’t a vampire. How many years will Dawn have otherwise? My chest constricts.
I pull the car to the curb, my face hidden behind my helmet; the headgear might be weird for a bloke driving a car, but it’ll do. The elderly man pushing a metal shopping cart up the walk doesn’t seem to notice — he nods. The Chihuahua inside the cart takes one look at me and leaps be
