“KINGFISHERRRR!” The shrill cry rose above the shouting and whooping. Even the angry crash of thunder didn’t swallow it. It was female. All three of us whipped away from the celebration taking place, searching for the voice. It didn’t take long to find it. There, on the other side of the river, was a woman in a ruby red dress, her bright blond hair streaming out behind her like a banner of gold on the howling wind. It was Everlayne. And she was flanked by at least a hundred vampires.
Wtf
