“Interesting,” Matthew mumbled. It was, too. Not just the idea that Rafe’s mind couldn’t be read, but that Gavin admitted it. It made the rest of the concept seem truthful. Why admit a failure if it wasn’t?
Matthew huffed a long sigh and caught Gavin’s gaze. “Okay, vampire. Convince me. Tell me how a group of men think they can eradicate a species that can be barely found, let alone contained. Tell me how they’re planning to get close enough to a whole lot of killers in order to infect them, or shoot them, or…” He waved his hand. “Whatever the hell they hope to do.”
“It’s not their blood that the GDBCG has to infect, doctor.” He began to drum his fingertips on the table in a light, consistent tap, tap, tap, clunk…tap, tap, tap, clunk. Baby finger, ring ringer, middle finger, then all fou
