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Elle
An hour later, I hang in an alley of Midtown Manhattan. A flash rain just ended, so it’s one of those summer afternoons where sunshine turns the sidewalk all steamy. New York is the best.
Any minute now, it will be time to hand over my un-stolen necklace to Vlad. The worst part about vamps? The drama. Vlad is especially bad in this department. Don’t get me wrong. Vlad’s also one of my best customers. He just needs to leave the cape at home.
Sure enough, Vlad stalks down the sidewalk. He looks like something from a black and white movie, what with his slicked-back hair, super-pale skin, and shiny cape wrapped across his arm-s***h-face. Normally, anyone with a smidgeon of magic attracts tourists like shmears to a bagel. But Vlad is so over the top that he looks more like a human
