“Yeah.” She did, people she knew casually through a couple of dives in Vegas. Her employer had decided to brand the whole thing a PR stunt to sell tickets. She didn’t know how well that would translate. “Though to be frank, any vampire who’s ever personally fought me before knows that fight wasn’t gloves-off. I know Katherine wanted to go all-in, but what am I going to do, try to behead a woman on crowded Fremont Street?”