Chapter 6
For the next week, things were slow on the rogue front. So slow, Galen and Juste wondered if whatever had caused the rash of rogue killings had ended. Galen did catch one vampire just before he began to feed. He was a Fledgling, probably too soon out from under his Sire’s eye and rather than kill him, Galen read him the riot act, promising if he caught him again it would be “Detrimental to your health, in a permanent way.”
The Fledgling seemed to get the message, and swore he knew how to feed safely and wipe the host’s memory afterward. “From now on, though…”
“Bagged blood, or starve,” Galen replied sternly.
“Yes, sir,” the Fledgling replied contritely.
“Do you understand why I’m concerned, and why you should be too?”
“You hunt for rogues,” was the whispered reply.
“Exactl
