Zane’s POV
“Ugh… Glinda…” Rosie groaned, her voice barely audible as she pressed her trembling hands against her head, eyes locked on the shadowy figure. “Who the hell is that? He… he feels like a vampire.”
“That’s Zane,” Hailey whispered, glancing nervously at me before turning back to Rosie. “He’s Grace’s boss. And yes… he is a vampire.”
I stepped closer, my voice cutting through the uneasy silence. “Are you two alright?”
Hailey blinked rapidly, trying to focus. “My vision’s still blurred, but I can walk.” Her voice dropped to a hush. “Rosie? You’re okay?”
“I’m fine,” Rosie muttered, shaking off the haze. “Grace sent you to help us, didn’t she?” Her eyes, though still clouded, held a trace of suspicion.
“Yes,” I answered, a chill creeping into my tone. “But we don’t have time to st
