She remembered again the touch of the older woman’s hands, the warmth that filled her despite the chill of that embrace.
During the long month of her training, Lilith had told her that if she was able to defeat the countess’s sire, then perhaps she might be free of the degrading curse that every day brought her closer to undeath, to unwilling servitude. Thus it was that she had arrived at the old house in Harlesden, Silverfuck her accomplice, prepared to sniff out any trace of the old vampire lord should he still remain in London.
“I don’t know why we’re here,” the child growled from behind her, “you’re not going to find anything, this place has been abandoned for years.”
A month was not long enough for her to really understand how Lilith’s organization might employ children. She unders
