Chapter Twenty-Four
Sylvie
Băjenie, Romania
Bloodwalkers are gifted with
exceptionally strong constitutions,
but the price we pay is an early death.
When your time comes, do not fear it.
Do not run from it.
Death and bloodwalkers are old friends.
The kind of friends that don’t lie to each other.
~ The Bloodwalker’s Book
Sylvie rushed down the dark street, the blustery wind lashing her long skirt against her legs. She held onto Anushka with one hand, using the other to keep her bag from bouncing off her shoulder. She should’ve left it behind. The weight slowed her down. But she was confused, overwhelmed. Her thoughts spun like a tornado.
Was that really Zora or some bizarre deformed man?
They needed to find a hiding place before they collapsed with exhaustion.
The creature had
