Danny fought against the worry itching at the back of his neck. Robin had proven how remarkably brave and resourceful she was, but she wasn't a warrior. If Nia got away from him, Robin and the other newly-sired vamps would be practically defenseless. He tried to push the thought away so he could focus on the task at hand.
Just don't let her get past you, he told himself, clamping down on any doubts. With a yell, Danny kicked down the gilded door of Nia's suite.
"It's over!" He adjusted his grip on his machete, scanning the room for any sign of the Blood Oasis's evil mistress. Nia's white and gold room was even worse than Danny anticipated. Furs of endangered species covered the floor, and gold-plated statues of Nia's face topped marble columns. One wall was decorated entirely with murals
