Chapter 15He grinned and nodded, a slight bow thrown in for good measure. “Took you long enough to pay your respects.”
I blinked, coughed, blinked again. “But you’re…you’re dead.”
His grin widened, and no, his picture didn’t do him justice. No sir, no how. Then he pointed at the graves all around us. “Such a subjective word.”
But I wasn’t grinning. “Not subjective, dead.” I pointed not to the other graves, but to his. “And buried. Gone.”
He moved in closer. “But hopefully not forgotten.”
“Master,” said Igor, breaking into the conversation. “I saw you; you were killed.”
Boris placed his hand on his humble servant’s not-so-humble hump. “No one plays dead better than a vampire, Igor. And all you saw was a bloody man without a heartbeat and a spear at his side.” He gave the hump a squeez
