Another nod, and Marta grins this time, while Violet looks like she’s swallowed something sour. “Let the vampire take the punishment, Van Helsing,” Damien states idly, as he takes a step toward the door. “Or let me.” “Neither of you will make it there,” I lie, hoping one of them moves, because I fucking can’t unless it’s to intercede on Marta’s lawful behalf.
