Chapter 139 Chapter

"Still an arsehole, assassin," rumbled Clayton, with a sneer. "Still chowing down on those steroids?" "Funny fucker, ain't you? Come on, get in here. Fenton's been waiting for you. You're late." He stood back, pushing the door open wide and Harper swept passed him with a smirk and I trailed after him, glancing nervously at the gun which Clayton tucked into the side of his belt. Inside the garage, there were two mechanic pits on one side, long rectangular holes in the floor, edges blackened by grease. Apart from the pits and the smell of oil, there was nothing else inside to connect the building to its former business, it had been stripped bare and instead of tools and car parts, it now housed vampires. Vampires with guns. At the back of the garage, I saw Blaine and Maggie directing some of the northern refugees through another doorway and I wondered whether there was another building that backed onto this that I hadn't seen from the front. Close to them and in deep consultation, Edward