"That's ...." yeah, Jack couldn't work up too much of a panic over it. "I hope he didn't hurt anyone."

He realized anew that his mouth tasted awful in part because it had been full of blood, Rhiannon's and Kate's and anyone he and Jessica had been unlucky enough to run into, and he wished desperately his vampire alter ego had gone in for running water and toothbrushes.

He glanced over to her. "Did your neck heal up totally?"

His wrist had. No scab or scar.