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Brandon to the Rescue
It wasn’t until they were screaming down the street that Elliott asked, “What the hell are you doing here?”
“Cass sent me back. We met up with Patsy down the street, and her and Jamie got in with them,” he explained, taking a corner too fast. Cadence was wedged between Margie and Aaron in the back seat so she didn’t slide very far, but she had a feeling there would be more crazy driving before they could get out of this mess.
“Don’t they have us surrounded?” Aaron asked, using Elliott’s head rest to pull himself forward so he could better see out the windshield.
“Yep,” Brandon answered as a line of ghouls came into view in front of them, about a half mile down the road. The thinning fog obscured them a bit, but Carter’s death had left Holland reeling, and she hadn’t seemed to regain her composure yet. There had to be at least twenty Vampires of all shapes and sizes standing in fr
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