Chapter 20

A cold wind whipped past my ears, muffling all sound except for the banging shutters on a house across the street. Clouds devoured most of the light from the moon. Bursts of lightning pulsed reflections over the sidewalk leading to the cemetery, making the ground come alive with movement where there wasn't supposed to be any, and then thickened the shadows once the lightning faded.

I didn't much like patrolling during storms. My senses were too overwhelmed with all the trickery in the light and sounds. Pair that with three hot vamps, a marriage proposal, and a dark unknown tangling up my mind, and it took every ounce of focus to discern the mundane from a threat. But now more than ever, my life depended on it.