Julia Locke POV:

I sat in one of my town’s roadside diners, seated in a secluded booth as I nursed a black coffee. It might not have been the best choice of drink for me, because now it just reminded me of the taste of Marcus’s blood.

Still, it wasn’t over quiet yet.

A waiter came over and set a plate of donuts on the table in front of me. Now all I had to do was wait for my guest to arrive.

I didn’t have to wait too long. Two minutes later, Rob Hollard ...