Keep it together, he told himself.

Christ. Two months as a vampire and it wasn't getting any easier. When was it going to get easier?

Soon. Very soon.

He touched his pocket to feel the reassuring outline of the letter and immediately felt his heartbeat come back down to the normal rate for a thirty-year-old freshly made vamp.The letter . The only thing from his father's many possessions that he'd cared about after the old man died.

The letter was going to lead him directly to his answer.

Solve all of his problems.

He had to be patient. Just a little while longer.

As far as he was aware, nobody alive knew about it. Not one soul. His father had spent a good part of his adult life—the part that wasn't concerned with hunting down and killing vampires—in his search for the Eye . Quinn thought he knew why his father had never been able to find it. The timing was all wrong.

But now it was right. And the Eye would be Quinn's.

Then none of this would matter anymore. He could fix this mess he'd gotten himself into, once and for all.

He looked up into the mirror, which reflected nothing but the washroom behind him. When he bared his teeth, he couldn't even see the fangs he knew were there.

With one smash of his fist, he shattered the mirror.

The door opened. A young kid in a Burger King uniform poked his head in. "Everything okay in here, mister?"

Quinn growled at him.

The kid gave an uneasy smile as he assessed the damage. "Never mind." The door closed.

Quinn took a deep breath and closed his tired eyes.

Not much longer and he wouldn't have to be a monster anymore.

Janie Parker was going to die.

Accepting it, she thought,really is half the battle .

Also, drinking four vodka martinis before it's going to happen helps. A bit.