Marc’s face remained neutral even as he pulled his revolver from its holster. Four vampires might be a threat, but this was hardly formal German.
These were street kids and looked the part. Marc guessed Drusilla was turning gang members and sending them off as fodder. If I turned just ten of my men, we could decimate a division.
He kept his face neutral, careful to maintain a standoff without getting himself cornered. That gave them the perception that he was worried, but that soon changed.
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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