Despite knowing its unreliability and lackluster performance, Jo subtly gripped the wand stashed in her pocket as she further examined the man who'd demanded her wand. The teeth were that of a vampire's, were they not? But then how could he be out in the sun? Some half vampires had fangs, she believed, but she'd never heard of theirs being as obvious as the stranger's. She took a half step away from him, her thoughts already racing with ideas as to how she might escape him.

Only, he said her name with such recognition, almost as though they were intimately acquainted. He couldn't have been a former lover, as her standards hadn't fallen that far ever. Not even throughout her drunken haze last spring. Who then? She had never been acquainted with a vampire. "Sir, I think it would be for the best for us to part ways." She informed him firmly. Whatever her curiosities about how he knew her, Jo had to remain alive to return home to her daughter.

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