24
MARKULA
“We still need a plan, don’t we?” she says. Dawn’s cheeks are still pink, and she reeks of s*x — we all do.
I can’t help but grin. Any normal human would be walking sideways for a week after a proper f*****g of that magnitude, but she’s got hunter blood in her. She can handle anything we can dish out. Probably more.
“I’m not sure what kind of plan we can have,” Silas says, his eyes on the cobblestones as we march along the street. “We don’t know what we’re dealing with, and we can’t invite a situation where we might be vastly outnumbered, which makes this public appearance our best bet. Even here, there can’t be too many vampires out at once without causing a panic, and, as talented as Claude is, he can’t cloak an army. I’m just hoping we can get Narimi alone, get some infor
