The Blood Hunter's Dragon Excerpt
I wound my way through the writhing mass of bodies on the dance floor. A strange death metal techno concoction throbbed through Club Cruor loud enough to deafen everybody in Atlanta, much less everyone inside the nightclub. I winced at how the vibrations assaulted my hypersensitive hearing. I did my best to tune it out as I scanned the room, muffling a grunt of frustration as one of my colored contacts tried to slip out of alignment and momentarily had me seeing violet out of my left eye. I blinked hard, forcing it to shift back into place.
Unfamiliar arms sliding around my waist jerked me out of my reverie. The music wasn’t bad, but it was louder than my six-hundred-twenty-year-old vampire nerves were prepared for. Still, I was willing to use the noise to my advantage, especially if it would make my job go a little quicker. I turned my head slightly so I could catch a coy glimpse of whoever it was as they started grinding against me.