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In the irl in the broken heels, I didn’t have ames with Henry Human police officers didn’t handle supernatural stuff all that well

The word denial conore the most obvious explanation in lieu of overly contrived anshich shut out the option of the irregular Occam’s razor did not appear to apply in the case of humans, especially human police

"Henry, we don’t have time for this I need you to tell irl identify you to the police and you spend the night don in a cell" This particular threat held ht with new vaet it, but it orth a shot

"I’m not afraid of the police," he said with a snort In this instance he was justified in his dismissal of law enforcement, and he and I both knew it

Henry had a lot of cocky swagger for a new va to narron the options in et a warrant Killing rogues was an awful lot like bringing down drug kingpins It was one thing to get the lowest level thugs, but quite another to get the master sire It’s almost impossible to find ato find the names of the old ones, the ones we suspected but dare not accuse without evidence

"You ht want to consider the fact that all police-station cells now have s"

"So?"

"So, you’re not ito be a hell of a lot better than waking up as nothing et bored with our conversation His eyes andering and he was licking his lips Then a dark shadow of a thought crossed over his face, stirring the inky depths of his black eyes, limmer in an unpleasant way His brows narrowed, and he turned his attention back to

Henry chuckled "He toldbad vampire hunter He told erous" He was laughing with unrestrained scorn now, a ue who knew me Probably one I’d crossed before

"You have a wise sire, Henry, now tell me his name"

"No"

In a flash Henry went froapingfor my throat

Idiot, the throat was such a clichéd move Had he bitten into ht have been in trouble The intensity of his attack did, however, ht landed on ain Henry, with his solid hed me by about a hundred pounds I used a considerable ath than he probably anticipated I had to bring the ar across my chest to block his attack on my neck He was so certain of hi for my skin

He howled in sudden shock

"Hurts doesn’t it? Being bitten by a vairl," he snarled, spit flying froe

He dove in to bite ed faster than he was prepared for As he lunged to bite, I jaun into his openon the trigger

"I already knohat it feels like, asshole Now tellto do it whether he told me or not

His lips un and pressed it in one swiftwhere ue, as if savoring the h

"My master will be thrilled to know that one of his oas responsible for the death of the great Secret McQueen And he will be evenwho he was Because I will never tell you, not even when I eat your still-beating heart right out of your chest"

And then he spit insomeone else’s saliva on your face, if it’s possible to find one, is that it makes it a lot harder for the blood to stick

When the back of Henry’s head came off and rained its contents over us, I was able to wipe the worst of it out of ht off ht it was, there would be another way to tell I only knew of one master sire ould be exceptionally thrilled to see ed down the neck of Henry’s shirt, and sure enough, though scabbed over froed and painful looking, but with an unap which wouldtooth One that I had knocked out six years earlier while fighting for ainst the first master vampire I’d ever tried to kill

"Son of a bitch" I sucked in a breath of cold air and cast a look behind esture to confirm he wasn’t there

It allcertainty The cocksure way he had gone right after that girl He truly was his father’s son