Faith was worried that somewhere in Louisiana, she’d have to fight an alligator. Some psycho vamp boss would have a pit full of hungry ones, or there’d be a demon one or something.
Worried wasn’t quite it, maybe expectant in an unpleasantly dull way.
Now she was surrounded by hungry wild gators and up to her waist in swamp water. She was not looking forward to this fight—when an angry hiss from the shoreline caused all the gators to flee.
Standing on the roots of a cypress was something in between alligator and man. She spotted it just before it disappeared in the murk.