His master? Mary's instinct was to jerk away, dagger held at the ready, while she scanned the night for a second vampire, but that was what he wanted her to do. He wanted her to let go, to lower her guard so he could escape.
"I'll worry about that when he comes. Get up."
The rogue shrugged, and stood, sinewy muscle sliding through her hands as he straightened. Too tall for her to effectively reach his throat, she snapped the dagger around to his back, pressing the tip behind his heart. "What is your name? And who is your master?"
He spit out river water, and shook his soggy brown bangs out of his face. "Seth."
Half an answer was better than none, and she didn't have time to mess around. She needed to get back to Jared and Deanne. Between the three of them, they should be able to hold
