It wasn’t that surprising that Wyatt knew how to travel using the black fog. He was part witch, part vampire after all. We had waited for the sun to rise before leaving the Netherlands and arriving in a much different country: China.
The Netherlands is flat, flatter than I had ever seen a country. There was not a mountain nor a hill in sight, but the same could not be said for our new destination. If anything, he had dropped us off right on the side of a large mountain for good measure. The wooden floor of his mansion made way for a dirt road, Wyatt quickly had to grab my arm before I could trip over the sudden change.
“Thank you.” I said, readjusting the strap on my bag and straightening out my skirt. Wyatt had told me very little about what had become of Desmond Gracen, only that for
