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I gape. “Shauna. Had wings?” I ask.
“Big beautiful blue ones,” the vamp confirms. He takes another puff on his cigarette. “She must be powerful too because Afro-titty ran away after that. Then...well, when there’s blood everywhere we vamps get out of hand. We started drinking the fae and that was that. Now we’re at war.”
Alaric comes up behind me, I can feel his anger at the vamp’s mention of drinking fae, but his focus is on me. “Are you okay?” he asks.
“Shauna doesn’t need to be saved?” I ask dumbly.
“It sounds like she’s pretty comfortable,” Carl offers. “Rolling people down hills and popping her wings out for everybody to see.”
“But…” I’m so confused. “If she was part of the pixie g**g, why…”
Suddenly there’s a comforting talon on my shoulder. “BJ,” Zahara says, “if your frie
