“You weren’t going to keep him all to yourself, were you?” Jordan quipped. “Friends share, Sara.”
“Help yourself.” I darted a glance at Roland, relieved to see him sitting up. He looked dazed but otherwise okay.
The vampire glared at me. “First, I’m going to take care of this little piece, and then you and I are going to get to know each other a lot better.”
“Ew! Dude, you look old enough to be her father.” Jordan twirled one of her knives. “And don’t call me a piece, you sexist pig.”
The vampire shifted his stance.
“Jordan, watch out!” I shouted.
A shriek split the air, and the vampire grabbed at the knife that had just missed his heart. His hand smoked as he ripped the blade out of his chest. He had to be very strong if he could withstand touching pure silver. He raised his hand, h
