"What do you think I was doing other than whoring before I had fangs?"

Theresa's voice was matter-of-fact now, and she made eye contact with Holly because if she wasn't a cautionary tale, no one was. "I had a nose that would outdo a Hoover vacuum cleaner and needed a way to pay for it. It was easier to put out for cash than to try and get clean."

She sniffed at the air, rubbed the spot over her silent heart. "And it's like I said before, murder is pointless and just draws attention to yourself. I don't have to prove how big my metaphorical dick is. I just want to survive."