Chapter 48

Half a heartbeat later, we were there, right smack in its center. The graveyard statues swung toward me on their pedestals, their jaws sagging open to reveal mouthfuls of razor-sharp fangs. Some bent to offer me staffs I could poke through my own eye again. I screwed the wadded up T-shirt tighter into my ears and ignored them.

Jerking my head for Ronick to follow, I marched toward the Appelt mausoleum and skated my gaze over the cemetery grounds out of habit for more vampires. But beyond the surrounding gate, I spotted something far worse. A whole pack of humans headed straight to the graveyard.

I picked up the pace. Once inside the mausoleum, the static noise muted. Huffing my relief, I unplugged my ears with the T-shirt and pushed the door shut. It creaked open again and bumped against my boots. I tried again, this time with more force, and the same thing happened. Shit. We needed it shut.

Outside, voices murmured. They were getting close.