“Up?” He blinked in confusion. “Why are you so wet?”
I tugged on his arm. “Long story. Come on. Get up.”
“s**t!”
I looked up in time to see Jordan dive away from the attack of a snarling female vampire who had probably been a college freshman a few weeks ago. Jordan rolled in a ball and came to her feet with Chris’s sword in her hand.
“This is more like it,” she said fiercely as she brandished the weapon with ease. The vampire skidded to a stop and stared at the sword warily. Jordan leapt forward in a burst of speed and sliced off one of the female’s arms at the elbow.
“That was for Mark,” she shouted over the vampire’s screams. “And this is for Olivia!” The sword whistled and the vampire’s head separated from its body.
Jordan stood over the corpse, shoulders heaving and silent tears
