“Covin, come look at this.”
Covin entered the living room and seated himself next to me, leaning over to look at my laptop screen.
Granny came down the stairs. She glared at Covin. “You slid over, vamp. Or I’ll stick silver between the two of ya.”
Covin slid over a sliver.
I gave a small smile towards Covin and pulled the laptop closer.
Thunk! We both jumped. Covin revolted back as a small line of a burn mark appeared on his skin. I stared at the knife lodged in the wood. The handle and blade were silver.
“Granny!” I said.
She pointed her bony finger at Covin. “I said scoot over.”
“Granny, he’s helping me. We talked about this.”
Her nose wrinkled. “No Vandemeres ever needed the help of a vampire.”
I pulled the silver knife out of the wood. “Well, maybe that’s why none of
