Gael’s brain hurt, his body screamed, and his vision was going cloudy. He jogged the streets—up one, down the other. Ira wouldn’t be here. Why would Ira be here? This was a human town, only reason a vampire would come here was to eat, and he was sure Ira had arranged his feedings in a less rain-soaked manner. Had Archie been a vampire, he wouldn’t go hunting for his meals either. Proper people didn’t wander the streets, sucking on lowlifes and pub goers.
“As I live and breathe, or wait, I don’t.”
Gael stumbled and squinted at the shape before him.
“Sybil?” He blinked away a little rain. “Sybil, is that you?”
Sybil—tall, thin, and evil—took a step closer. Her long black hair reached halfway down her back, her face pale, her eyes filled with an unhealthy glow.
“I’m so glad I’m not too l
