The problem with having evil minions is that minions are stupid.

leave it to him to get messed up with deaths little girl

Wraith rubbed his hands together in cheesy horror-movie glee. “Join us or die.” He grinned. “I’ve always wanted to say that.

The pretty nurse had just injected her with something that totally rocked, and if she wanted to think about boinking a bronzed, tattooed, impossibly handsome doctor who was so far out of her league she need a telescope to see him, then screw it. Screw him. Over and over.

...and horror of horrors, he realized that he was experiencing some sort of a crush. He needed to kill something.

Danger followed in his wake . . . followed, because it wouldn’t dare get in his way.

You volunteering to play Big Gulp? ~Wraith