The Hunter and the Vampire
Like a flame in the hearth, I was sure that he could switch from warm and comfortably cosy to alight and dancing in a matter of seconds, and part of me wanted to be there to see it when it inevitably happened.
“Well, there’s not that much to tell,” I said, cocking my head from side to side, considering. “Down here, that’s where Prue’s bookstore is. It’s not actually owned by anyone called Prue. Actually, an older man, Winston, runs it. I think it might be named after his wife, or his daughter.” I shrugged again. “I can’t remember.”
Cyrus grinned. “You’re a really great tour guide, you know that? I mean it. Have you ever considered starting up your own business?”
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