Page 86 of A Shade of Myself
The vampire withdrew his fangs, holding himself still until my shadow stepped back, though she kept the weapon raised.
I placed a hand on my chest, feeling my ragged breathing. “I should kill you for that.”
He held up his hands. “I didn’t know that would happen. I swear. It doesn’t with Ohrists and you’re the first Banim Shovavim I’ve tasted.”
“You should have stopped when I first told you to.” I touched my finger to the sensitive spot on my neck, but the puncture wounds had already closed. Other than my deep sense of violation, it was as if it had never happened. “How long will it take to find her?” I said in a cold voice.
“A day, maybe two?”
“Contact me the second you have.”
“You have my word.”
Uncertain about whether I’d come out ahead on this transaction, I glanced back at the vampire sheathed in shadow with the eeriest sense that my life had just switched tracks.
