Charlotte Sanguinite
“Terrence was a couple of years older than me, but he used to be my friend, even after I became like this. His father used to bring him around to our home a lot, and Terrence was always kind to me. When my own family started turning their backs on me, he still stuck with me. He never let anyone bully me when he was around. But now…” My stomach twists as I recall the expression on his face. “He went away for school, and we lost touch. But he was in contact with my father. Beruth trusts him. Terrence was here tonight, outside. That can’t be a good thing for me.”
Robert studies me. “But he let you go?”
“Shelby—She called out, and he told me to go inside. I thought he was going to follow me into the cafe. You’re usually here at this time. I don’t—Why weren’t you here?!”
