Charlotte Sanguinite POV:
The last time I saw my father in person was the night he dragged me out of the compound while I begged and screamed. I still remember the disgust and satisfaction in his eyes as he closed the doors of the compound in my face.
Vampires age slowly after they hit a certain age.
There was not one additional wrinkle on his face, and for a moment, it sent me spiraling back to that night when my heart pounded in sick fear as I looked imploringly at him, and he sent me to my death.
“Charlotte?” Jazz’s confused voice has me snapping out of my daze.
Without a moment’s hesitation, I grabbed her wrist and yanked her toward me. “Go inside.”
“Inside where?” She looks puzzled and then glances between me and the tall man standing by the front desk. Her voice lowering, she a
