My landline phone was ringing when I walked through the door. I rushed to grab it before it went to voice mail.
"Hello?"
"Anwyn dear, we need to talk."
"Gram, what is it? Is mom okay?"
"She's better than she was the other day when you were here, but that's not why I called. I received a disturbing phone call tonight. A friend said she'd seen you at the pizza place downtown and you were with a vampire," she said, the last word pronounced like it was poisonous.
"Gram."
"Anwyn, you know how this family feels about vampires."
"Gram, I am well aware of your feelings about vampires. I just don't completely understand them. I know dad was killed by vampires and thus our lives were ruined. But what if other witches had been responsible, or what about all the humans who played a part
