Chapter 121
Except for one, whose headless body twitched, the others were piles of empty clothes. And then, within the blink of an eye, that body began to smoke. Seconds later, nothing was left but his clothes as well.
“Mina!” I staggered to my feet.
My little dog came to me and leaned against my leg, her jaws parted as she panted gently. Was that blood on her muzzle?
“Ekaterina!”
“I’m here, Tyrell Small.” She was cradling her ribs. Her hair was disheveled, and she pushed it back off her face. The right sleeve of her shirt hung in tatters, and she tugged it free and tossed it into the car.
“Are you okay?”
“Stupid vampyre to think to think he could injure a day watcher in that manner.”
“What manner?”
She stooped and retrieved the stake, and spat a word I was too wiped out to try to understand. “I’m sorry, our dinner was trampled on.” Our sodas had spilled as well.
“That’s okay.” I looked down at the smudges on the ground and swallowed again. “I’ve lost my appetite.”