“I am the shee-it,” the adolescent said in a singsong voice. Then he swung around, smirking at the nearly five-thousand-year-old Egyptian vampire. “Who’s your daddy, M?” Far from being offended, Mencheres went over and flawlessly executed a street-style handshake complete… — Jeanine Frost Copy Share Image
“I am the shee-it,” the adolescent said in a singsong voice. Then he swung around, smirking at the nearly five-thousand-year-old Egyptian vampire. “Who’s your… — Jeanine Frost Copy Share Image
“I began to mime at Maximus that we needed to stop Vlad, but he clapped a hand over my mouth, tightening it when I… — Jeanine Frost Copy Share Image
“I got into the car, forcing back a gag as the closed interior made the stench worse. Maximus quickly sped us away. After a… — Jeanine Frost Copy Share Image
