Chapter 393
"Where's Ume?" Katelina scrambled into a seat next to Loren as the helicopter lifted off. No one answered and she quickly scanned the passengers. The Black Vigil sat at the opposite end, a gulf of empty seats between them and the others. In the corner nearest the cockpit Sushel bent over an unfamiliar vampire. A prisoner?
Verchiel leaned nearby, half-naked, and pressed a folded cloth to the wound on his shoulder. She had a momentary view of his bullet marked back before he turned and winked. "I don't suppose you have some tweezers?"
She glared and Etsuko quickly dug through her overstuffed backpack and presented him with a small first aid kit.
The redhead grinned. "Thanks. Now would someone mind taking the bullets out?"
"You?" Micah asked sarcastically. Katelina turned to him and gasped. His chest and stomach were chewed up like raw hamburger and bled freely. "I got at least a dozen of the fucking things. Someone wanna help me?"