Follow up. I took one more long look at my shop, shook my head then went inside the apartment building. The halls were wet and the smell of smoke made my nose run and my eyes sting. I climbed the stairs, then stepped over the door Valdez had knocked down to get me out. The frame was broken, the locks shattered. I felt him beside me.
“You really are a hero, Valdez.” I dropped to my knees and buried my face in his damp fur. Oh, great.
Now
I cried. I held on to him and felt Flo patting my back. I know blood sucking vampires are supposed to be tough, but we're still human, sort of. We have
feelings.
I swear sometimes I think if I didn't have bad luck I'd have no luck at all.