"Shut up," he
said. He was breathing more normally now. He shifted and made a
squeaking sound.
"I just heard the cab pull up," Alan said. "Brian can help you to the
front door. You can keep your sister company, get your knee looked at."
"The girl --" he said.
"Yes. She'll be sober in the morning, and gone. I'll see to it," Adam
said. "All right?"
Brian helped him to his feet and toward the door, and Andrew stood
warily near Krishna.
"Get up," he said.
Mimi, in his doorway, across the fence, made a sound that was half a
moan.
Krishna lay still for a moment, then slowly struggled to his knees and
then his feet.
"Now what?" Krishna said, one hand pressed to his pulped cheek.
"I'm not calling the cops," he said.
"No," Krishna said.
"Remember what I told you about my brother? I *made him*. I'm stronger
than him, Krishna. You picked the wrong Dracula to Renfield for. You are
doomed. When you leave him, he will hunt you down. If you don't leave
him, I'll get you. You made this situation."
Billy was back now, in the doorway, holding the hammer. He'd hand it to
Adam if he asked for it. He could use it. After all, once you've killed
your brother, why not kill his Renfield, too?
Krishna looked scared, a little scared. Andrew teased at how that felt
and realized that it didn't feel like he'd thought it would.
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