“Should’ve taken those off,” she heard Elliott say as if he was reading her mind.

“I would’ve if I’d had time.” She was glad her cellphone was waterproof. Anything else would dry out, though she thought it would be difficult to get the tight black jeans she was wearing off. Thank goodness she hadn’t been wearing a leather jacket. Denim would be salvageable.

The Vampire stood up now, glancing around, looking for an exit. There wasn’t one. To add insult to injury, a few ashes stirred in the breeze, and Cadence glimpsed the remains of the Vampire girl’s friend off in the distance, the one Cadence had shot earlier. He...