Chapter 19“Steve?” I said, stunned out of my wits. Steve Pumphry, the vampire who had assisted Nicolas the first night I met him, stood in front of me alive and well.
He bowed mockingly. “It is I.”
“I thought you were dead!” Nicolas had told me he was dead when I had asked.
“Would undead work?” he asked, then snickered. He was trying to put a t****l on. I tried to raise my hand to stop him, but the big grunt who smelled as though he'd never taken a bath in his entire life, stopped me. “Take her.”
Steve's scion shifted his hold from behind and grabbed my arms—they were not gentle hands—and yanked them behind my back. He may have been limited in the brain department, but he was not wanting in the brawn department, as he nearly dislocated my shoulders when he pinned my arms back with one
