Ms. Sjolander tensed at the mention of Victory’s name. So that’s what this was all about. How long had the nurse been spying on them?
“You’re the vampire?” Ms. Sjolander’s hands clenched at her sides.
Victory rose to her feet. She was still shorter than the nurse by a few inches, but it made her feel better. “Yes, I am.”
Without a word, the nurse spun on her heel, grabbing the elbow of the confused orderly on her way out.
“What the hell was that about?”
Victory resumed her seat next to Syri. “Hell if I know.” The elven girl’s language was catching. “But now we have to talk fast. Where were we?”
“You said something about someone starting again,” Syri said.
“Right,” Victory said. “The reason you and the others were kicked out of the club? And why you were all attacked? There’s a group
