supervampirequeen

    “I punched the harbinger of the apocalypse in the face.”  Christophe sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the wall.    “Ragnarok.”  Lykos shrugged.    “I punched the harbinger of the Ragnarok in the face.”  Christophe kept staring at the wall.    “Not the Ragnarok.  Just Ragnarok.”    “I punched Jörmungandr in the face.”      “Was good punch too.”  Lykos grinned at him.    “I punched a dragon, in the face.”    “You know, if was going to punch a dragon, he was right choice.”  Lykos patted his shoulder.  When Christophe slowl

    “Zeke.”  She was proud of herself.  Her voice didn’t shake when she said his name.  “Was this —”    The door slammed open.  The man who entered, flanked by guards, as only barely recognizable from the photograph in her notes.  Paden Grady’s hair was half wild, his face red.  He was glaring at Zeke.  “You wanted to draw me out, you sick bastard.  Do you think anyone is going to believe a word of this fucking nonsense?”  He gestured at Diana.  “You think some fucking sand-nigger reporter can take me down with this bullshit?”  He took another step toward Viteri.  “Wher