Chapter Twenty-Eight
Moving on autopilot, I snatch the syringe from Woland’s exsanguinated corpse and pocket it right before he poofs out of existence, like the other chorts did.
Great. I won’t need to call Pada to get rid of this body. That’ll save me a small fortune.
Wait a minute. Why am I thinking about money when I’ve just turned into a freaking vampire?
Probably because money worries are easier to wrap my head around, I decide—then realize I have something much more important to focus on.
Nero.
I have to get to him, quickly.
I start running toward the hub, and as I do, I look at my hands.
They’re paler than usual—and I’ve always been pretty pale to start with, which, of course, is a common feature for pre-vamps and what they turn into.
Oh, and I can see my hands much better
