There were two things Lyle was counting on. One: vampires really did sleep during the daytime. And two: they slept like the dead.
He found himself bearing an odd sense of satisfaction with his decision to investigate. He didn’t think he was going to find anything. Not really. But if he did, wouldn’t that be all kinds of cool? To play the part of the hero? To have chased his dream, to have followed his nose, so to speak, and come out on the good side of things for a change? Especially if the thing he found ending up not being a thing at all but a bona fide person-in-need-of-assistance. The ranger had said there’d been disappearances, after all, and if Lyle had learned anything at all about Arius, it was that Arius had some pretty f****d up ideas about people.
For all the heave-ho-let’s-go
