Chapter 10

“By all that’s holy,” Reni muttered, looking up from the body of the man she’d disarmed, “can’t a vampire dine in peace?”

“Sorry. Have at it, but don’t kill him. I have the feeling he’s the only one left alive and I want to question him.”

He continued on to the other side of the cabin. Felan was there, his massive front paws firmly planted on his dead victim’s chest. He swung his head around to look at Tonio. Moments later he had shifted and flashed on a pair of jeans. Wiping the blood off his mouth with one hand, he shrugged apologetically. “I was going to save him, but he seemed to think shooting me was great sport. I dissuaded him of that idea, and fast.”

“Where did he get you?” Tonio asked with concern. Then he saw the spreading bloodstain at the waistband of Felan’s pants. “Damn it, shift back again and heal,” he ordered.

“It’s only a flesh wound,” Felan protested testily. “See, it’s already stopped bleeding.”