THE DAY I SLAYED MY VAMPIRE LOVER
"What is it?"
"Heartbeat," Cattleya murmured. Her grey eyes expanded, her irises shrinking to microscopic silver rings in the gloom. "Zero."
"That's impossible," Vane said, adjusting the brass regulator on his mask. "Even a high-tier vampire scout exhibits a low-frequency bio-resonance. A dead pulse registers at”"
"Zero," Cattleya repeated, her voice flat, clinical, and chillingly absolute. "Because it is not alive. Nor is it dead."