Hope
“A vampire? How do you know?” Tanya asks.
“I can smell him. His scent burns my nose, like bleach.”
“And you smell like a wet dog, but with something else mixed in. What kind of mutt are you?” the vampire asks, making me growl.
From behind him, Matthew raises his gun.
“Don’t Matthew. He could kill all five of you before you could blink,” I say, not taking my eyes off the vampire.
“Now why would I do that? It’s bad for business, but I can’t have you shooting a gun inside my establishment either,” he says and, in a move too fast for even me to see, he disarms all five security guards before coming to stand in front of me.
I wrap a protective arm around Tanya, holding her body against my back in case I need to move quickly. Matthew takes a step forward, but I hold up a hand to stop
