bloodkin

Apparently, she was going to visit an evil witch with a scary poet vampire.

The page contained a single, unfamiliar symbol. It looked like a backward S with the diagonals of an open triangle cutting through it. A straight line bisected both shapes. Could be creepy. Could be nothing.

Vampires aren__ noble?_ __o. We serve or we prey._ __ike monks?_ He frowned, confused, and then gave a soft chuckle. __rey, as in hunt. No God would hear our prayers.

One night. May the best witch win.

Oh, the envelope did contain magic,_ a strange, low voice said from the doorway. Judith looked over. She forgot her cut and her coffee. And how to breathe. The tall, broad man filling up the door frame looked like a warrior angel with gold hair falling into his eyes, a pale-gold undertone to his skin, and __eartbreaking_ green eyes_. __ny magic that involves blood is a grave threat,_ he continued. __nd death by paper cut would be a long and tedious way to go. I can help.

There are worse things than death.

He kissed it better,_ she told them.