Chapter 23

He shook his head. “I don’t want him trying to use his powers on you. I’d feel better if I don’t have to worry about you.”

Graham didn’t wait to see if Morton did as he’d been told. Instead he headed up the stone path to the front door of the house and went inside.

Before he got too far, the two large immortals from New Mexico appeared, one on either side of him. Graham swung his axe at the one on the right, cleaving him in half. He flipped the axe and turned to his left, ready to chop the other one. The vampire backed up, scrambling away from Graham.

“Wise decision,” he muttered, continuing on down the hall toward a set of stairs at the back left of the house.

Albert came running down the stairs, looking a little paler than usual. “Seymour is up there. Second room on the right.”

“This better not be a trap, Albert, or you will be begging for mercy.”

Albert shook his head as he reached the foot of the stairs. “It’s no trick.”