Page 131 of Taste of Blood

He looks up and meets my eye and I walk over to him.

“Did they hit upstairs?”

He glances at the other cop, who’s moved on, and keeps his voice low. “No, thankfully. Just the club. But we still have some severely injured vamps. I’m here to make sure they get up there to feed. We don’t need blood fever on top of this.”

“No we don’t,” I agree. “I’m going up to see if I can help.”

“Thanks.”

The elevator dings and one of the assembled Clansmen uses his member keycard to open it. We all pile in and he punches the button for the second floor.

The lobby of the blood den is more chaotic, as Esmerelda and her staff rush around trying to match the injured with donors. Some need two, as well as another vamp to supervise since Code 3 victims can’t drink directly from donors.

I spot a frazzled Lazlo and head over to him.

“Mr. Winston. I can have someone for you in a few minutes.”

“That’s okay, Lazlo, I’m not here to feed. I heard what happened and came to help.”

He lets out a relieved sigh. “Can you supervise some feedings?”

“Of course. Just tell me where you need me.”

I’m on my second victim when my phone dings with a message. I pull it out and see it’s Cord.

Where did you go?

I’m upstairs helping out.

Going to be there a while?

Probably.

Okay, I’m going with Dante. He’s going to drop me at home to change then head over to the other site.

I’m disappointed because I wanted to be the one to get him out of his suit, but I know he has things he has to do.

Call me later?

I’ll try. Be safe.

You too.

I spot Armand when I return to the lobby for my next victim and breathe a sigh of relief to see him alive and well.

He rushes over to me, his face a mask of concern. “Asher, were you downstairs?”

“No. I was across town and heard what happened. Just came by to help out.”

“Oh thank god. I’m sure Esmerelda appreciates the help. I’ve already donated tonight but I told them I would be good to go again if they needed me.”

“That’s dangerous for you.”

“I know, but I feel so bad. I know many of the victims personally.” He leans closer. “Did you come from the club?”

“Yes.”

“How bad was it?”