CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
My eyes open to the sight of Gertrude’s unbound hand swinging erratically.
Puck, it’s now flying my way.
Before I can even think the word dodge, someone forcefully jerks me back. Gertrude’s hand zooms right by my nose.
I sway slightly in my new location, stunned. Did that touch my nose? If so, I’ll lose it—in the best case.
Kain examines my face like a plastic surgeon prepping for a rhinoplasty. “You’re fine. She didn’t touch you.”
“Fine?” I look at my finger that touched Gertrude’s hair. Though unrotted, it’s still unsanitized.
“Come.” Kain leads me to the kitchen sink, takes the finger I touched her hair with, and pours dish detergent on it.
“Pucker,” I hiss under my breath.
I scrub my hands for several minutes to stop myself from antagonizing a vampire, which
