Michael
Something like dread creeps through my body as I scan the ball room. I can hear my heartbeat in my ears–a heavy thump, thump, thump that increases in speed as I search for Matilda. Deacon appears looking just as stressed as I feel, and we lock gazes. He gives a single head shake before disappearing back into the crowd.
Matilda is not here, that’s clear enough. The closeted shock in her eyes had been confirmation that she didn’t like the news that Faye was somehow surviving. That’s enough for me to believe she might have done this to her, but why?
A tickle in the recesses of my mind momentarily steals my attention. but I brush it away as I move in on my parents. Dad looks relieved to see me, his lips parting to introduce me to two wealthy-looking vampire men, but I cut him off,
