Chapter 16Mavis wasn't happy at all. She wished her stool would corkscrew through the truck stop floor and keep going, taking her with it.
Taking her away from Stanza and Jonah and the vampires and the greasy, bloody burger on the counter in front of her.
This is not medium well.
Normally, she would have sent the burger back, but she had a feeling the waiter s***h cook would shove it down her throat if she tried. His bulging arms were tattooed with skulls and flames and spiders and swastikas...his eyes seethed with the knifetip glint of rage and danger...and the barbed piercings studding his cheeks and ears and jawline didn't help.
If Mavis had had to choose between facing him or a vampire, she thought she might choose the vampire.
Or is he a vampire, too?
Mavis watched him closely
