Chapter Twenty-FiveI’ve got to give vampire instincts their due. Vlad slams the brakes before I get the word out.
I’ve also got to hand it to Elon Musk and the rest of the folks at Tesla. The car stops before we cross the striped pedestrian lines at the same time as the light above us turns red.
A huge garbage truck barrels across the intersection at race-car speed.
I exhale a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. “This must’ve been the reason for Darian’s call.”
“Yes,” Rose says, sounding shaken. “If you’d gone ahead, that truck would’ve hit you.”
“I was aware of it,” Vlad says defensively. “We would’ve made it.”
“Maybe,” Rose says. “And you would’ve been fine if the collision had occurred.”
What she doesn’t need to add is that Felix and I would’ve been turned into medium-rare hum
