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DAWN
What kind of car do a bunch of motorcycle-loving, alpha-male vampires drive? I have to be honest, a classic Malibu was not on my list.
I suppose it should have been. The thing is enormous, with long bench seats and no consoles, a beast of a car in forest green. I almost laugh when I see Markula slide behind the wheel. Of course. A beast of a car for a monster of a man — Markula is seven feet tall with shoulders so broad he fills half the front seat. What did I think he’d drive, a f*****g Smart car? He’d make a Hummer look like a child’s toy.
I climb into the front beside Markula, and, unlike that space hog, I take only a fraction of the room on the passenger side. Silas is already in the back, pillows smashed into the opposite corner of the backseat along with a giant wool blan
