Chapter 204

She'd come out of nowhere — literally nowhere — while he was holed up in that godforsaken cabin, licking his wounds and trying not to think about the vampire that had nearly ripped him apart. A giant leech with claws like razors and a face straight out of a nightmare. Amèlie hadn't explained much about why she was running from it or how it had come after her in the first place. All she'd said was that it had been hunting her for a while.

Maybe her "investigative journalist" story wasn't entirely bullshit, but there had to be more to it than she let on. He could see it in the way she avoided details, how quick she was to redirect conversations away from herself when they got too close to anything personal. Journalists were supposed to dig for answers, right? So what did she know about him that made her show up at exactly the right time?

It wasn't paranoia if you'd already been burned before.