Chapter Twelve
Sylvie
Miskolc, Hungary
Preparing a body can take hours,
so remember to bring a thermos
of tea and some sandwiches.
Don’t worry about relatives’ surprise
at finding you eating beside the body and
ignore suggestions about wearing gloves.
They don’t understand.
Bloodwalkers never get sick. Ever.
~ The Bloodwalker’s Book
Sylvie shivered in the alley, adrenaline filling her veins until she shook so hard she was afraid pieces of her might fall off. First, being chased through the streets, and then the dreadful news about Ada. Her heaving breaths refused to slow. She pressed a hand to her forehead, willing herself not to faint.
Liana tightened her headscarf under her chin, her features so shadowy they looked almost menacing.
“Ada’s dead? Are you sure?” Sylvie said we
