Ethan and the others could tell right away—this crusty old man was doing it on purpose. He saw them all geared up like a bunch of fat sheep ripe for the picking, so of course he was gonna jack up the price.
Ethan thought for a second, then said, "Looks like you've got rooms too. Got any vacancies? Just give us a few for now—we'll settle the bill all at once later."
"Oh, that might cost you a bit more," the old man replied with a greedy grin, not even trying to hide it.
"Fine," Ethan agreed. His main concern was getting Mia and the rest settled in before he went off to handle his own business.
With that, the old man led them upstairs to the lodging area.
At the top of the stairs was a hallway lined with guest rooms on both sides.
As they walked, Chris passed by Room 203 and gave it a quick glance. It was quiet—eerily quiet. Not a single sound came from inside.
"What the hell? Don't tell me Brandon actually got eaten by a vampire…" he thought, frowning.
