Irina
The doors closed, and he dropped all pretenses. He dragged me at full speed to the alleyway, and I pretended to be overbalanced and limp in his hold. I didn’t wait for him to right me as we came to a stop. The thud of bone and flesh pierced the air as I pivoted and smashed my forehead into his. My knee swung around and drove up into his groin. Vampires might be dead, but a knee to the crotch in a man, alive or not, will leave them gasping. Exactly the reaction I got from Frederico.
I dragged him back into a headlock before he could regain his senses. He struggled like a toddler, and a kick to the back of his knees brought him down in front of me. I slipped my stake from its sheath. The stake was preferable over my trusty silver knife, as unless I cut his heart out or behead him, he
