Nikki brought us to a fire door, but the building was so old, any connected alarm had long since been sabotaged by squatters or the criminal element.
“Now you can dazzle me with your lockpicking skills,” she gestured to the door.
I shook my head. “Not part of my repertoire.”
“A pity, you really should expand your horizons, Matthew.”
“Some of us don’t have hundreds of years to learn new skills. Why don’t you show me.”
For answer, she grasped the handle and gave it a firm tug, pulling the door open despite the protest of the deadbolt and door frame, which tore apart like aluminum foil. “Sometimes the direct approach is best.”
That was pretty hot, actually.
We ghosted inside, Nikki weaving her way through, guided by instinct or supernatural senses. I didn’t like roaming through the warehouse, it brought back memories of another warehouse, not too far from this one, where a vampire named Jared had attacked me.
I felt a twinge in my right forearm from where he had clamped a hand down on me. Likewise, I was conscious of my left palm. The slice on my hand had healed without a scar, but I still remembered. My heart beat faster as I remembered the panic run to get out, to escape into the sunlight. I had to pull debris onto the path as I ran while cradling my arm and wheezing through bruised ribs.
“Matthew,” Nikki stopped to whisper, “your heart is beginning to race. It is distracting.”
Focus, Matt. Thinking about that warehouse will surely get me killed in this one.
I took a deep breath, banishing the memory.
Nikki looked at me for a moment, then nodded. I was grateful she didn’t ask me what happened.