Chapter Twenty-Six
I don’t know how long I stay down there, draped over Lucretia’s still body.
My thoughts are like squirrels on Red Bull, and the pressure on my eyes is beyond unbearable.
Then one rational question crawls through the haze and confusion: how can Lucretia be dead? She’s a prevamp—a type of Cognizant who turn into vampires when they die. But then I recall something Ariel had mentioned once: if a prevamp isn’t powerful enough, they will not turn.
Not unless they preemptively drank the blood of a vampire.
It could easily be the case that Lucretia didn’t drink such blood—as a therapist, she knows how addictive that can be. Plus, Ariel also mentioned such a choice has an annoying side effect: the donor vampire becomes the new vampire’s sire and can control him or her for a
