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sensible approach. Liv listened behind the kitchen door.
    “What do you think? Spend a few hours sunbathing by a pool.” He laughed at his own stupid joke.
    “Considering you look fresh and that it took you long enough to get your ass here, I’m guessing you went home. Of course you did!” Rogan slapped his forehead as if just remembering something obvious. “Some of us need to be refreshed, don’t we?”
    “Shut your big mouth!” Khord spat the insult, not looking in the least amused now. “I’ll get you for that!”
    Liv couldn’t fathom the exchange between the two vampires. Which home were they talking about? The place where they dwelt with other vampires? And why in the world would they need to ‘refresh’?
    Intrigued by the mysterious conversation, she peered through the small gap between the frame and the door. Intent on not missing a single word, she almost lost her balance when Rogan continued.
    “I bet you didn’t tell the council you shot me. The penalty for murdering one of our race is death. So what did you tell them when you went back without me? That I got lost in a parking lot?”
    “I had nothing to say until I was sure you were dead, but they’re wondering where you are. They might send a search party.”
    From the little Liv had learned she reckoned Khord hadn’t worked out who she was. He had merely been wary of her because he hadn’t been able to catch and identify her scent. Rogan had been right, Khord didn’t seem gifted—only a stoic, experienced fighter without brains.
    As safe as her guess might be, it also meant the council Rogan had just mentioned were still unaware of her existence. Was she supposed to feel relieved? Come to think of it, probably not, given that a search party was on its way. How long before they realised they should find her and Rogan? Just as the idea started whirling in her mind, Khord tilted his head, his demonic features making Liv want to cringe.
    “Tell me, how come you ain’t dead? My bullet was a killer.”
    “I’m a lucky guy.”
    Contorting his horrid face, body tensed and ready to fight, Khord threw the wallet at his opponent. Rogan ducked, avoiding the flying object with ease. It banged against the kitchen door, and fell at Liv’s feet. Going down as quietly as she could, she grabbed it, aware of Rogan’s sarcastic tone.
    “Oh, you missed.”
    “I’m gonna kill you. For good this time.”
    “Come on, my pet.” By all means, Rogan seemed to enjoy the dreadful encounter immensely, his voice and choice of words beguiling Khord. “Show me what you’ve got!”
    The monster rushed at him.
    Liv observed the whole scene from her hiding place, open-mouthed. Sometimes she was able to perceive one of them striking at the other, sometimes all she could see was a blur. Like an imprint of a thunderbolt on a retina. She heard the grunting, the clash of blows, the cries of pain, the insults from Khord’s foul mouth.
    Chairs crashed on the combatants, paintings dropped heavily from the walls, the table seemed to lift itself, then went down with a loud thump. As it was still night-time, Liv didn’t want to think about the neighbours. With any luck, they were into deep sleep, not phone in hand and ready to call nine-one-one.
    Instead, her reaction to the vampire feud amazed her. Without a doubt, her heart beat for Rogan.
    Standstill.
    Challenging each other from across the room, the vampires had stopped fighting. Poised and sombre, Rogan had his hand pressed against his side. Khord held his left arm, out of its socket. His right leg featured an odd angle too, his toes facing his body. His nose looked broken, flat on his face. He seemed in a very bad shape, much worse than Rogan, and Liv could have swelled with pride.
    “Why are you protecting her?” Khord gurgled between clenched canines, face distorted with rage. “What is she to you?”
    The monster’s watch beeped. Unfazed, Rogan glanced at it before adopting a jeering tone.
    “Go home, Khord,