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I frown as I listen to Cat’s description of my bite.
Clearly, I wasn’t the only one moved by our interaction.
When I’d told her there was a level of intimacy, I wasn’t lying. The bite did feel good, or could be made to feel good for the victim, if the vampire was so inclined. Usually, though, it wasn’t the way Cat described; it was more like a blissful, drug-like state.
‘And usually it wasn’t two-way. What I felt was nothing like I’ve ever experienced in my long, long life.’
As Starlen salivates off-camera at the prospect of eating Sona, I shake my head. I have a feeling the Nepalese is going to wish she’d stayed true to her roommates.
‘Still, if it makes Thorun’s heart hurt a little less to think that Sona will have a blissful end, then all well and good.’
The pair are making good time now that they’ve unburdened themselves, both emotionally and with leaving Sona behind, and I turn my attention to Vasiliki as she retrieves her key and spins, shocked, as Silke rides towards the boxes on the motorcycle.
Silke nods to her and immediately moves to quickly open her own box, but she’s underestimated the Greek, and before she can make it back to the bike Vasiliki has gunned it and is roaring towards the next key location.
Silke, ever stoic, looks to the sky as her fireworks go off and, her expression deadly, turns to limp after the Greek, but she doesn’t have far to go before a gunshot and a scream cause her to pull up and walk with more stealth.
Amadea, in pursuit of the motorcycle since she saw Cat ride past on it, had been waiting patiently for her target to reach the particular street she was set up on as a sniper.
With only two bullets, having unburdened Cherry of hers, she’d chosen her location with particular care to ensure she’d have an easy chest shot as the bike came down a narrow alleyway, the only way to get to the next part of town.
It’s still dark, just the faint hint of dawn on the horizon, but with a steady aim, not difficult to hit a mark from this angle.
Her shot had hit dead-on as planned, but the scream that followed was not from the twin’s victim, but from the assassin herself when she’d realised that it was not Cat riding at all, but Vasiliki.
I shake my head as Amadea kicks the Greek in disgust, her face a picture of fury, before taking all the girl’s keys and, unbelievably, stalking off on foot, leaving the bike.
When Silke rounds the corner to find the dead Greek she wastes no time in searching the girl for keys, but finding none, rolls her body aside and once again mounts the bike, only to find it won’t start. Swearing, she wheels it to the side of the building and sits down heavily beside it.
I have to assume she’s waiting for it to cool down, or that she’s hopeful it will start if she waits.
Meanwhile Starlen is rushing towards the finishing line with cameras in tow as Claire steps out, the clear winner.