“We will play your game,” he added as he motioned for the water attendant to top off his coffee. “Because the alternative is to rip out your throat here and now, and I don’t want to lose my damage deposit. Not to mention you are more fun than a basket of kittens, Ms. Morgan,” he added with a gut-punch of a wink. “If there is anything the undead crave more than blood, it is distraction.
