Chapter Eleven
I felt n***d as I headed toward the dark corridor without my knife. I wanted a weapon so I could defend myself, even if I had no hope of fighting against a vampire.
Or an armed kep if it came down to it.
But the regular human men who lurked in the shadows? Them I could fight.
And with a knife, I could at least pretend I had a hope of defending myself against worse monsters than predatory men.
Jaime had found my last knife for me. Cost me a good bit, but maybe he could find me another.
Egan would be faster.
I hated myself for thinking it, but the night crowd had better access to weapons. Which was a good thing, really. I didn’t want Jaime diving that deep into a world he might not be able to claw his way back out of.
A pack of kep guards surrounded the alleys leading
