I watched, horrified, as more and more of the vampires started to crawl out of the water. “Ready yourself,” Ren said tightly. “Let’s greet the fuckers with steel.” And us… an excited voice whispered. Us too! And us! Solace. The blade with the crescent moon pommel was a god sword, after all. Of course it held quicksilver. And it was awake. Alive. Listening. Talking. Talking to me.
