Chapter 28
"The hardest thing to kill is not an enemy, but the person you used to be." — Unknown The rhythmic crunch of gravel under tires felt like a countdown. Chloe stood in the center of the kitchen, her breath hitching in her bruised chest, her eyes darting between the unconscious Megan in Cassius’s arms and the gruesome plate on the table. "The vehicle," Cassius hissed, his senses vibrating with the fresh potency of the blood he had consumed. "It is not the Brotherhood. The engine is old, unrefined. It is the woman's kin." Chloe’s heart plummeted. Megan’s husband. He must have come looking for her when she didn't return from her "emergency" call. The lie was expanding like a gas, poisonous and inescapable. "Cassius, give her to me," Chloe commanded, her voice shaking but firm. "Sit her
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