"What the hell are you guys—"
Before Dylan could shout any louder, Seamus clamped a hand over his mouth and pulled him closer, lowering his voice immediately.
He had called Dylan the moment things spiraled out of control, and of course Dylan, who thrived on chaos and validation, had rushed over without hesitation.
"Shut up," Seamus whispered sharply. "If you make noise, they'll know we're lying."
He tilted his head slightly, directing Dylan's attention toward the body slumped nearby.
"See the corpse over there? We need to get rid of it."
Dylan twisted his head just enough to break free from Seamus's grip, scowling as he whispered back, "Why me? You can do it yourself."
"You're the vampire hunter," Seamus replied flatly. "You know how to dispose of a vampire better than any of us."
Dylan rolled his eyes in irritation. "Ugh, whatever. Let's bring him upstairs and burn the body in the fireplace."
Diane frowned. "How?"
