I suck in a deep breath. Even on the wind is nothing out of place. I walk behind Eleanor as she leads the way. Her small body is packed into sturdy travel clothes: a huge, brown coat that smells human and vampire at the same time, worn, faded jeans ripped at the knees, a frayed beanie, and a blue V-neck top. Everything about her is petite, which serves to lend the appropriate stature to her angelic face.
'How long have you been a vampire?' I ask.
Eleanor glances back with a surprised grin. 'Oh. A couple of centuries. How long have you been a werewolf?' she asks back.
I turn up my nose. 'You know the answer to that,' I say. She looks younger than me. You wouldn't put anything as murdersome as vampire inclinations to her. She smiles as she looks ahead. I guess that is the point.
'We may be walking into a trap or ambush,' Alicia voices behind me, wary.
