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Chapter 18
“They say when trouble comes, close ranks,” Professor Clerval told the class. “And that's what the vampires did. Once solitary creatures, they began collecting into covens, for protection and to maintain some kind of order, to put limits on the indiscriminate killing that was calling too much attention their way.”
“Protection from what?” asked a voice Leesa recognized. She had chosen the back row, as always, in case Rave showed up again. A few rows down to her right, she spotted the questioner's familiar red hair. Stanley. The guy asked at least one question every class, usually a good one. She wished she were as confident.
“From us,” the professor replied. “And whatever else hunts them.”
“You're not saying vampires are afraid of us, are you?” asked another guy, the disbelief evident in his voice.
“Individually, no, of course not. Vampires are much too powerful. But whe
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