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Leaving the underground chamber didn’t exactly instil me with optimism. Beyond the double doors, two brick shithouses stood guard at either side.
I squinted against the blinding light and surveyed the duo.
Elongated and completely black eyes above high cheekbones suggested oriental descent for the one on the left. His companion, also of vampire origin, had the stockiest body I’d seen on any of their race. The broadness of his shoulders almost matched Kyle’s, which made them not much less wide than my own.
Both of them stood to attention on our exit, protruding fangs providing backup for the guns they pointed at me. My brain could have argued as much as it liked that dart bullets would do no more than put me to sleep, but it didn’t stop my shoulders stiffening at the affront.
On pas
