It was half an hour later when Lennon came into the kitchen. He asked the obvious questions, then scratched his chin. "You gave her the whole syringe?"
Patrick nodded for the umpteenth time and thrust the evidence at him.
The vampire studied the empty barrel. "Eh, I guess it happens. She looked like she might have been a heavy user. Just watch out, Claudius is pissed. In fact, I'll have Michael take you home before he finds out you're responsible."
But then someone else will get blamed.
Except the others were immortal and could take it. Patrick couldn't.
Lennon left the kitchen and Patrick sagged back against the pantry door. Michael was there moments later, keys in hand and worry on his face. "You're the one who f****d it up again?"
There was nothing to say, so Patrick only nodded.
