27
DAWN
It’s packed here, a hundred people in a place built for twenty-five — this has to be a fire hazard, a violation of some city code, but no one seems to care. Is that why Narimi wanted to do this out here? He clearly knows his brother, I’ll give him that — Markula doesn’t kill humans without reason, and never so publicly.
But the vampire at Narimi’s side will have no such qualms — I can feel the rage shuddering off of her. Horrifyingly grotesque, her bones sharp through the papery flesh of her cheeks, with red eyes that glow the way Markula’s do — there’s a familiarity there that gives me pause. I unsheathe my knife, hiding it in the shadows near my hip.
I blink, and Narimi is in front of Markula. The tables are full now, too — red plastic monstrosities. And the red-eyed b***h wh
