“Make it easy on yourself,” Rutger called out, attempting to smile with his fang-filled mouth. It was a grotesque, horrible thing to look at. “Or don’t. That will be a lot more fun. I haven’t had a proper hunt in ages.”

He glared at them, that smile widening and getting worse.

“I always kill ‘em too quickly.”

“Don’t hog all the fun,” the Russel-look alike, or at least that’s who Lola thought was talking, said. It was still somewhat hard to tell ...