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Drifter raised an eyebrow. “Why?”
Vera grasped the metal railing so tightly that the metal bent under her supernatural strength. “Somebody’s going to try to kill me next!”
Drifter stood and studied her with a sharp look. “Why would someone want to kill you?”
Vera bit her lower lip and glanced over her shoulder. “I-I don’t know.”
Drifter shrugged. “Then we can’t help you.”
The vampiress whipped her head back and stared at him with terrified gray eyes. “But you have to! I might die!”
“How can you be so certain if you don’t know why anyone would want to kill you?” he countered.
Allie furrowed her brow. “You said you’d be killed next. You mean the other two people who died by suicide?”
Vera scoffed. “Suicide? Is that what you believe?”
“Why should we believe otherwise?”
