Ian rolled his eyes. "No, Justina, I'm no longer brainless, oblivious, or uncaring about those I sire. But if I'm accountable for every motion my offspring does, then the same goes for you. Your daughter murdered my friend the day I met her. What do you owe me for that?"
I used to be nearly as taken aback as my mom was once via Ian's cool turning of the tables.
"Another filthy vampire?" my mom purred when she regrouped. "One of many who tried to feast on her neck?"
"A ghoul doing his duty to shield me against a female who tried to kill me in my very own home," Ian countered. "Ask Cat. She'll inform you I never even tried to chew her earlier than she beheaded my friend. "
I shuffled uncomfortably. How did I comprehend Don had ulterior motives in sending me after Ian? I'd concept I was o
