He opened the bag in front of him and pulled out a rolled-up piece of black fabric. Then he undid the string holding it together and unrolled it, exposing a grand selection of shiny surgical tools.
“What are those for?” I asked—my voice toxic.
“The last reason. I’m going to let you remove all five bullets from my head.”
I was on the verge of snapping if I didn’t take things slowly. “What?” I whispered. “There is no way I can do that.”
“You can do it,” he said briskly. “Doing surgery on a vampire is nothing like doing surgery on a human. We’re not delicate. There are only two things you need to worry about. One is not causing any more damage to my brain. The second is managing blood loss. I don’t know if you’ve figured it out by now, but blood loss is the only way to actually kill a vam
