I stared my werefriend down as she went on.
"I take it you haven't heard," she said, normally stoic nature stirring with anger. I opened my mouth to tell her I had, about the d**g arrests and the trafficking. But Charlotte stopped my agreement in its tracks. "About the deaths in Europe?"
Deaths? What the hell was Danilo up to? And why hadn't Femke... "Femke knows?"
Charlotte nodded. "She's the one who told me," she said. "Vampires, Syd. Going missing."
I almost corrected her. Missing vampires wasn't necessarily the fault of her brother. But Charlotte went on as though unaware I was ready to reassure her.
I wished she hadn't.
"Bodies," she said. "Tortured and quartered." Charlotte looked away. "Drained of blood and left as husks. Some with souls still inside, but without enough left t
