Half a heartbeat later, we were there, right smack in its center. The graveyard statues swung toward me on their pedestals, their jaws sagging open to reveal mouthfuls of razor-sharp fangs. Some bent to offer me staffs I could poke through my own eye again. I screwed the wadded up T-shirt tighter into my ears and ignored them.

Jerking my head for Ronick to follow, I marched toward the Appelt mausoleum and skated my gaze over the cemetery grounds out of habit for more vampires. But ...