Chapter 132

Marc couldn't blame Toni for her hesitation. Look at them, standing on the side of the road, the ornate box of ashes sitting on the hood, lid open waiting for Toni to act. He could smell the char and, worse, knew what it was from.

At least when he'd snorted them, he'd done so accidentally, never realizing what it meant. But then again, if someone would have told him that the ashes would make him immune to the compulsion of vampires? He probably would have swallowed more just to be sure.

Thaddeus wisely didn't push the matter, allowing Toni to decide for herself, even if her decision options weren't exactly great. Become a vampire's sex slave-dressing it up as lover didn't make it any prettier-death, or sucking back some barbecued vampire.

She made the only real choice.

Toni ducked her head and inhaled. Coughed. Choked. Sucked in some more nasty dust and reeled back. Thaddeus was quick to slap down the lid on the box before too much of the depleted ash could esca