Standing in the middle of the Kiya River, Rulav was fighting the power of the waves. The water hit his chest with such force that any human would have been submerged in an instant. For the vampire, it was little more than a flick and he was laughing stupidly when he had to take a step back to stay balanced. Suddenly, he jumped to the side and grabbed a fish that was passing too close to him. The animal quivering between his fingers, he returned to the shore and sat on the edge, his feet in the water. Then he bit into the fish’s flesh and snatched a good-sized piece before spitting it out. Disgusted, he threw the rest of his unfortunate victim into the river and wiped his mouth, then his tongue, with the wet sleeve of his logger’s shirt. The foul taste was still sticking to his palate and h
