“I’m telling you the truth.”
“Then why don’t I believe you?”
I shrug. “Maybe I have a dishonest face. Or maybe you just aren’t a very trusting person, officer.”
He simply laughs, his eyes drilling into mine. “Okay, let’s take this from the top. You were in Chicago to be there for a dying friend—a former vampire. Then you flew to London, where you just happened to meet an old friend from the 20th century. He just happened to know of a clan who was looking to add someone to their family, and recommended you. So you left everything in London and went to live with them. That’s the truth?”
I nod. “Yes. I realized I wanted to make longer-lasting connections, so I decided to live with a clan.”
“After almost three hundred years of living alone.”
I nod again.
The police officer, whose nameta
