Bitten to Death

“So you are Vayl’s . . .” Disa raised an eyebrow, gave me that look.

The one that said, Hey, even vamps who’re trying to blend gotta get their blood from somewhere. So what about it? Are you Vayl’s very own, personal Slurpee?

I gave her empty eyes as I said, “I’m his assistant,” then zoomed back in on Binns. He was beginning to relax. Starting to believe his Deyrar would tow him out of this jam. His gaze dropped to his front pocket just before his right hand tried to follow suit. So I shot him.

He staggered. Stared down at the bolt sticking out of his left shoulder. Looked up at me in shock. “Why did you do that?”

“Hair trigger,” I said.

Praise for Jennifer Rardin:

“Fantasy fans who love high-tech toys and Mission: Impossible–style intrigue will get a kick out of Jennifer Rardin’s Another One Bites the Dust.” —Publishers Weekly

“Rardin proves she’s no flash in the pan with the second Jaz Parks adventure, which leaps from one exhilarating escapade to another.” —Romantic Times (Top Pick!) on Another One Bites the Dust