Bloodied

Sicilia hurried back to the SUV as soon as Aurora gave the all clear that the museum was vacated from all Vampires, other than the ash variety. She’d done everything she could to help Paul out before her hunt started, but when she’d had to let him go to concentrate on the attack, he was still struggling.

“Talk to me, Paul. How’s it going?” she asked as she climbed into the passenger’s seat, hoping to get a little bit of peace before the rest of the team got back to the vehicle.

“Everyone seems to have reacted well to the aspirin and the transfusions, except for Stanley. He’s pulse is barely detectable, and he’s pale.”

Requesting visuals from Paul, she assessed the five victims. He was right; four of them looked like they were resting peacefully, as if they might wake up at any moment and be fine, but Stanley, a larger man with a buzzcut, didn’t look good at all. “Okay.