I sit alone on my bunk, counting every tick of the clock. Fourteen minutes to go.
They moved me to isolation yesterday. Said it was protocol. Truth is, they didn’t want my old cellmate watching me unravel.
I stare at the walls, gray and indifferent, just like the men
Chas moved like a shadow with teeth. The older thug stepped forward, waving a pistol, his voice cocky. “You picked the wrong alley, freak.”
The vampire didn’t flinch.
He was already calculating heartbeats—two fast, one slower and weakening. The old woman’s.
“Shoot him, Juan!” the younger one barked, knife in hand, his bravado fading fast.
Juan fired. The shots hit home, slamming into Chas’s chest and shoulder. He staggered but didn’t fall. Instead, he looked down at the w
