Eighty eight

Raven,

Dora's head tilted, and her gaze met mine, breaking into a smile and waving like a child on Christmas morning.

My legs felt like lead. I stood there, not knowing whether to turn around and gallop out of there or brace up and go to them.

My breathing felt compressed, like two hippos with a chest cold. I wasn't foolish to mistrust them. They were vampires, after all, and I had no idea what they were up to.

The almost empty coffee shop had only a handful of patrons, old men arguing over politics.

Gradually, I approached them and played it cool, glazing at Vlad's twin like a wolf in a trap.

My eyes surveyed for any escape route when he swung around and shove upright like he was sitting on a cactus when our eyes met.

His mouth widened in alarm like one who'd seen a ghost. Dora must either be telling the truth or they were damn good actors. I would go for the latter one.

"Come on," Dora gestured with her hands. I approached them, giving Vlad's twin a crisp nod, and slipped int