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DAWN
Why come back? Um, because in my old life, no one wanted me dead, least of all a bunch of savage vampires.
That o****m afterglow really is something else.
Reality had set in almost immediately upon returning to the bikes. We ride the rest of the way to Vermont in silence, Draynor behind the wheel, me clinging to his broad shoulders, still tasting him on my tongue.
Has it only been twenty-four hours since I was at work, stitching up a car wreck victim in the ER? Has it only been twelve hours since I watched a serial-killer vampire torn apart by another member of the undead? It all happened so … fast. It seems unreal.
I’ve spent my life being in control — my mother’s death was the last time I’ve been this fully at the mercy of events beyond myself. I cling harder to Draynor as
