She fingered the wounds on her neck. She was pretty certain vampires didn’t miss, but Vlad must have done, because she clearly wasn’t a vampire. She didn’t even like the idea of rare steak. She’d tried to see if she could fly, when she thought people weren’t looking, but she was as attractive to gravity as ever. The blood-sucking . . . no, never that, even if it was the ultimate diet program, but she’d have liked the flying. It’s changed you, said Perdita. “How?” “Sorry, miss?” You’re sharper . . . edgier . . . nastier. “Maybe it’s about time I was, then.”
