Chapter 87

“Does it look like he’s joking? But you know, this dimension isn’t exactly like ours. Maybe here you don’t have a pencil-dick.”

Henry reacted as he anticipated, his hands going to his fly. “You talk too much. On your knees, fucker, or I’ll snap your legs like twigs.”

He heard Emma’s sharp intake of breath, but as Jesse began to comply, his eyes never leaving Henry’s, the vampire holding Emma suddenly shouted in pain. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her hand tight on the vampire’s balls, knuckles white from how tightly she was squeezing. The vamp shoved her away to break the grip, but she twisted at the last minute, pulling a stake out of nowhere, and shoved it into her captor’s chest.