Katherine
I pace the room after Valentine leaves and try wrapping my brain around what Valentine just told me. My mother died fifteen years ago in our home with two gashes in her throat and a symbol for war carved on the walls in her blood. According to my father, my little brother saw the same fate.
I was thirteen at the time and hadn’t been home because my mother and I had a fight about me going to a party that night.
She forbade me from going, but Xenia and I snuck out anyway after the heated argument. I was going to apologize for how I acted and what I said, but when I found my father sobbing over their bodies, I knew I was too late.
My father said that it was the Devil’s Void vampires who had murdered them, and that was the day my childhood ended, and I swore vengeance on Gabrie
