Jesse

We left the body behind and kept walking. Because, like always, things were only going to get worse.

Rain kicked a stone off the path. "You know," he started, dragging out his words, "for once, I’d like to get through one of these without nearly dying or getting blood on my favorite jacket."

I shot him a glance. "You're wearing your favorite jacket on a mission?"

"Well, duh. I didn’t plan on being ambushed by rogue vampires." Rain adjusted his jacket, inspecting a small, now-dried ...