Chapter Fifteen

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"So what you're telling me is that we have vampires? Outside?"

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"So what you're telling me is that we have vampires? Outside?"

Chelkov, looking only a shade better than dead in white bandages and oversized clothes borrowed from Libby, nodded grimly. She'd been relocated to a summer-themed living room, Breeze's siblings hovering behind like anxious mother hens. Their level of attachment to the sorceress confused Breeze some. Libby wasn't the type to make friends, and Tavius was either 'zero' or 'sixty'—distant or invested in the worst way. At present, Breeze's brother hovered at a medium 'twenty,' still keeping a part of himself separate from the girl, which struck Breeze as especially strange.

'Thirteen.' 'Fifteen' or 'sixteen' wasn't far off. Tavius wasn't interested in Chelkov, not like that, but that didn't erase the sickening imagery from Breeze's mind.

"It's daytime." Forcefully tearing his thoughts away, Breeze referred to his watch. "So that makes them third-gen."

Min-ho was third-gen, or "new generation," as Yasuko would sometimes put it (with exaggerated scorn). Vampires same as her, but absolved of the sunlight curse, the Circle, and the Formula. Somehow, even without those key flaws, they had pitifully short lives; the average new generation vampire lived five to six years after turning. Less, more often than not. Breeze knew why they died so easily, but that didn't make it any less of a miracle that Min-ho had survived fifty years in Yasuko's company.

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