Chapter Sixteen
Instead of a rocket, I see the ancient Hogwarts-like doors break into pieces and realize the cause of this destruction is far deadlier.
It’s Vlad.
He’s standing in the rubble with fists clenched and a savage expression on his face. He looks ready to kill and rip things to shreds. Then again, I wouldn’t be surprised if he dropped to his knees and started sobbing.
A monk clutching a black robe and a mask with fangs bravely rushes forward. But when he sees the look on Vlad’s face, the man simply tosses the clothing to him.
The objects plop uncaught at the vampire’s feet.
“Vlad.” Dr. Hekima’s voice carries through the room as though he’s speaking into a high-end microphone. “I’m glad you’re here for this. Most of the words Rose left are for you.”
At the mention of her na
