I licked suddenly dry lips. “Okay, here. Put this on and get your coat. Tuck your hair up.” Mike had left one of his many baseball caps on a storage shelf and I grabbed it, but no way was all that hair going underneath it. “We need to find somebody who has a coat with a hood you can borrow. You’re too easy to identify.” Maybe one of the Goths would loan us a cape. If I could make Tomas look different enough, he might be able to sneak away while the vamps were concentrating on me.
“Cassie, listen. There is—” I never found out what Tomas had been about to say, because the door we’d just entered slammed open as if the lock wasn’t even there, and five huge vampires rushed into the room. They looked like a bunch of linebackers who had joined a grunge band—all bulging muscles and shoulder-length, greasy hair.
For one frozen moment, we all stared at each other. Size is pretty much irrelevant when you’re undead, but Tony likes them big, I guess for the intimidation factor. It worked—I was intimidated. The fact that they weren’t bothering to hide their real faces under polite masks didn’t help. I knew what a vampire looks like when hunting—I’d seen it enough times—but it was still the stuff of nightmares. I had time to wonder if I’d live long enough to need to worry about bad dreams before they moved in a blur of motion. I got a shot off into one in the general area of his heart, but it didn’t stop him. I hadn’t thought it would. Not that it mattered: I hadn’t expected to rank five vamp assassins, and no way could I deal with those odds. Tony must be even more pissed than I’d thought.
Karen Chance has lived in France, the United Kingdom, and Hong Kong, but always comes back to America. She currently lives in Central Florida, the home of make-believe, which may explain a lot.
Karen Chance, Masks
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