Eric stood up. "Sure, bitch, show me what you got."

I thought Conor and Brigitte had been hard on me as I learned. What the two of them did to each other was vicious, and relentless. I thought I was getting better. If Conor or Brigitte had tried, they could have snapped my neck like a twig. They didn't have fangs, but they had feet, fists, elbows, knees and damn hard heads. I heard at least two bones snap, and the limb was useless for all of about two minutes before their super fast healing seemed to snap it back into place. Brigitte never worked up a sweat or upped...