She turned to Edgar, crawling out of the bushes, green shoots sticking out of his clothes. “And what the hell do you think you’re doing?” “I don’t know,” Edgar answered reflexively, quailing under everyone’s attention. He shrank back into the bushes. “Why’d you bite her then?” Niamh demanded. “I don’t know,” he repeated, eyes wide. The bushes shook around him. “He’s panicking,” Earl said, his comforting smile withering in the face of Austin Steele’s stare. “He’s a vampire—you know how they are. Bite first, ask questions later.
