Chapter 11
Shattered glass.
That was what Madeline Taylor heard, echoing in from the back of the house, through the corridor, and to the front of the house.
Should she rush out to check?
She had very limited resources to work with at the moment, and she understood the consequences of making mistakes at a critical time. She had only one life, and based on what Madeline Leblanc had told her, she had lost that life. Once. She couldn’t afford to lose it again.
Deciding against the idea of checking the doors, she rushed upstairs to her office. She removed some candles from a silver candleholder and put the holder on the desk. The limited understanding of the vampire world she had gleaned from popular movies suggested that she could use silver to fight them should they get inside the house.
