I stared in the mirror. My breath shook. It was the same feeling I felt when I went undercover as a pimp’s p********e. It was the fear of what would happen if I failed, what would happen to the victims, but also what would happen to me. My attention was caught by the two healing puncture marks still barely visible on my neck.
Closing my eyes, I focused on my breathing and gripped the sides of the vanity. I steeled myself. I have my blood to protect me, and more importantly I have, Covin.
I opened my eyes and scrutinized my reflection in the mirror. My blond hair was curled with two braids on the side that pulled my hair back and to one side of my head. It looked almost as if I had got a side shave. My makeup was on the darker side. But I figured entering vampire mania, that seemed more
