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The vampire, a tall man with no muscles and too-pale hair, lurches to his feet and studies us for a few seconds—first me, and then Ethan, and then back to me.
“You’re lying,” he snarls. He lunges for Ethan, who whisks me out of the way. But that only gives the vampire a direct shot, and the man leaps onto Ethan’s back and sinks long canines into the side of his neck. I want to jump in, but I don’t want to distract Ethan again and give the vampire more chances to hurt him.
I bolt into the house, screaming for his brothers.
Warrick emerges from his bedroom, a thunderous frown on his face. “What’s with all the caterwauling?” he demands. “Are Callan and Ethan
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