Chapter Thirty
Sylvie
Băjenie, Romania
Your bloodwalker bag is more
than a collection of supplies.
It’s an extension of you.
It must be clean, neat, precise.
With as much attention as you
show the dead bodies you prepare,
you must care for the bag’s contents.
Without those items, your work will suffer.
Then you’re not a bloodwalker.
You’re a ghoul.
~ The Bloodwalker’s Book
Sylvie kneeled next to Anushka and the old woman, dried leaves and twigs poking into her shins. Her lips pulled tighter than the sewn lips of a corpse as she fought to keep huffs of frustration from escaping. She needed to convince the group to go farther into the forest and hide, but she couldn’t speak their language. Besides, the woman was still breathing hard and her hands shook as if with palsy. Sylvie
