Grandda had been waiting for her when she climbed back in through the window just before dawn. Before she could think of an explanation, he’d slapped her hard across the face. “Just what were you thinking you were about, foolish lass?”
“I was hunting vampires,” she said stoutly. “And I was killing three of them.”
“Hunting vampires by yourself?”
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