Hunter
“What for?” Quinn asked. “Stake them.” We all stared at him. “They’re prisoners of war,” I said. “They’re vampires.” “So are you.” “So I know what I’m talking about.” I shook my head. “You can’t be serious.” “You haven’t seen your face, Hunter,” he said coldly. No, but I could feel it. The bruise was already throbbing under my eye and across my left cheekbone. “We can’t just kill them in cold blood,” I insisted as the heat of battle faded. “We’re not assassins.” “Then I’ll do it.” I stepped between him and the vampires. “Don’t.” “He has a point,” Jason said quietly. “Hello? Killing a prisoner of war? Do you know how much detention that would be?” I swung around to stare at him. And now that they were immobilized, we’d have to stake them when they couldn’t fight back. Maybe I was being stupid, but it felt wrong this way. It was different in battle. “Whatever we do, we have to do it fast,” Jenna interrupted us. “Like in the next three minutes.” “We have enough rope to tie them up and call the mobile unit. They’ll come get them and lock them up.” “Your puny knots won’t hold them,” Quinn said as I flipped open my cell phone and hit speed dial. “Then your vampire ones will.” I gave him a dry glance, waiting for the call to go through. “So get tying.” Jenna handed him the rope hanging from her belt. Quinn sighed •135•
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