Aiden’s POV
"What do you mean your vampires lost them?" Tamara yelled, throwing a knife that had suddenly appeared on her hand at Edward who reached out to catch it with his palm and winced when he realized he'd indeed caught the knife, but the sharp edge. Blood trickled down his wrist and he snarled at her, wiping the blood trail with a napkin from his breast pocket.
"I don't appreciate your tantrums, Tamara."
"Oh, shut up. I'm not your sister, Charlotte. You should be pleased that I'm talking to you and he isn't." She pointed at me, her eyebrows raised as if expecting me to say something.
I had nothing to say. There wasn't a shadow of doubt in my mind that if Allyson and Caleb weren't somehow hiding out, they'd been taken.
This was the plan, wasn't it Aiden? You knew thi
