Six swans. I hadn't even bothered to count them because I'd been a tad preoccupied with wrestling trees and trying not to slurp on a little girl.

Francisca, by the way, got the royal treatment from my three vampires as they gently worked her foot out of the cinderblock and then delivered her to the same home address she knew by heart. Eddie was positively smitten. Pretty sure they all were. And yes, me too, even though when I'd been alive, children were creatures I ran away from ...