“I am concerned for Ana, though,” I hasten to add, tearing my eyes away. “She’s already a bunch of stressors stacked in a trench coat. There are only that many kidnapping and murder attempts a child can endure before developing serious issues and self-destructive behaviors. We wouldn’t want her to grow up and, say, go to grad school.”
“Don’t worry,” Misery reassures me, “every day I drill into her that we’ll be disappointed in anything but a DJing career.”
“You’re such a good role model.”
“I know. Right, Lowe?”
Lowe just looks exhausted, like he did every day of the weeks I spent at his house. In his defense, we are a lot.
“How did the Vampyres even learn about Ana?” I ask. “I thought her hybrid status was strictly on a need- to- know basis?”
“It is. So far, only high-ranking Northwe
