Ivan

The Moor mentally sent me the information I needed while I drove the van up north. He and Becca spent a night at the beach on the gulf. He smelled the cats, but Becca didn't want to be there when the problem was taken care of. She had to be the most non-threatening vampire I'd ever come across. Strange for a vampire, it was exactly what The Moor loved about her.

The van was equipped with steel shielding - a cage on wheels is how I thought of it. It would hold the ...