“And if you drank blood again?” I asked.
He shrugged. “Best guess, vampire again.”
“And worst guess?”
Then he grinned. “Vampire again. It is what we are, Jack. Dormant or not, we are vampires. But the others, our enemies, this is what they want, to be human, and this is what I can offer them now, at last.”
“Salvation,” I hummed, rolling the word around my tongue.
And it was then, as I finally saw the light at the end of the tunnel, that said light was extinguished, stomped out and doused with an ocean of salt water. I felt my cell phone vibrating, then looked to see who was calling me. I gasped, which was next to impossible without air in my lungs.
“Who is it?” asked Boris.
“It’s one of the vampires,” I said. “One of the two males we haven’t killed. I recognize the name my cell phon
