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“What about Mr. Baxter?” Lilly spoke up.
“What do you mean?” Paul asked her.
She looked down the street in the direction of the bakery. “Maybe we should check on him to make sure he hasn’t chewed out of the ropes, or. . .or-” she bit her lower lip as she looked at Paul, “-or maybe turned into a vampire.”
“That is impossible unless the vampire drains him over the course of several more nights,” Henry assured her.
“But what if the vampire comes back and finds him all tied up, and decides he wants to drain him completely?” she asked him.
“Then he will merely die.”
A little bit of color drained from Lilly’s face as she whipped her head to Paul. “Could we please check on him?”
He pursed his lips and nodded. “Very well.”
Romero peeked out from the broken window above them and looke
