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I end up leaning on my sword for a moment, after exerting almost the last of my energy to take down one of the weakest Vampyres. Must be nice to be a Van Helsing, who can carry on idle chit-chat, while fighting like it’s a day job.
“I told you to feed more often—”
“I don’t want to hear ‘I told you so’s’ right now, you smug prat. I want you to kiss me,” I tell him.
“I’ll fucking die first,” he assures me, quickly knocking the head off the Vampyre, who damn near crept up on me.
After Vance does some fancy sword skills, clearly showing off, five Vampyres lose their head, leaving only two.
I stick behind Vance, shamelessly using the sword-happy Van Helsing as a shield.
“Should we discuss the ghost fanning herself right now?” I ask, as Emily slides up next to us, moving with us toward the remaining Vampyres.
“Pssst,” the ghost stage whispers. “The threat’s over. You can be cool again.”
I step out from behind Vance, adjust my jacket, and ignore the fucking ghost who thinks I have pride or something.
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