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We quickly usher Ben inside the house, praying that none of the neighbours are watching. Standing in the hallway, I groan with exhaustion and then hang my coat up on the banister.
“Come on, Ben,” Mum says, “let’s sit down and watch that TV show you like.”
I don’t know for certain what he likes or dislikes, but I’m pretty sure vampires don’t like Grand Designs.
My mouth is dry and I’m still sweaty from tonight’s events, so I walk into the kitchen to get something to drink. At the sink, I fill up a glass with water, and sit at the table. I can’t stop thinking about that purebred. Those large eyes, those long bony fingers, that animal ferocity. I mean, Ben can be pretty vicious, but this thing was relentless.
He could have killed Mum.
I drink the water in one go, and close my eyes, h
