Both of the men took in a sharp breath. They had seen him return with a handful of vampire fangs. In those situations he did little more than brush some dust off his shoulders. In this case Marc appeared to have been on the losing end of a fight with a pitbull.
“What—(is that?)” Heart asked.
“The stuff of nightmares and I’ll leave it at that,” Marc said. “Do you have a pair of pliers?”

Disclaimer: This novel is an work in progress and readers may encounter grammatical errors and inconsistencies. Please view this a draft and not a published work.
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