Seth did not find it as funny. “If anyone will drink here, it will be me,” he spat, leaping forward. He was faster than I’d expected, but he did not have the blurring speed of the other vampires I’d seen. Jordan met him halfway and delivered a blow to his chest that just missed his heart. He spun away with a shriek of pain and wisps of smoke rose from his chest when he turned for a second attack. “You’ll die for that, bitch.”
“Yeah, yeah, you’re the big bad sucker. Shut up and kill me already.”
When this was over, Jordan and I had to have a talk about how not to talk to a vampire.
Seth made a sound somewhere between a growl and a scream and went for Jordan again. I guess he thought I was less of a threat than the girl with two knives so he’d take her out first. For an architect, he was
