The curtains were ripping from their overhead rods, letting the house flow into the backstage area. Louis was beside me.
I saw another immortal on my right, a thin grinning male with tiny dark eyes.
Blast of cold air as we pushed into the parking lot, and pandemonium of squirming, struggling mortals, the police yelling for order, the limo rocking like a boat as Tough Cookie and Alex and Larry were shoved into it. One of the bodyguards had the engine of the Porsche running for me, but the youngsters were beating on the hood and the roof as if it were a drum.
Behind the black haired vampire male there appeared another demon, a woman, and the pair were pushing inexorably closer. What the hell did they think they were going to do?
The giant motor of the limousine was growling like a lion a
