Seven:
“Dylan, what the hell have you gotten yourself into now?!”
My mother, Anne Devlin exclaimed loudly, as she strode forward with all the determination of a hell hound after its next meaty meal.
“s**t, why the hells did they tell her?!”
I asked Liv, who was still in wolf form, watching over our prisoner. Brandon’s golem was still holding the vampyr by his arms. The massive golem’s strength eclipsed the weak and wounded vampyr, keeping it from so much as squirming. If that was not enough, the looming apex teen was flashing her fangs, daring the vampyr to break free.
“I don’t know, mom isn’t really a military or peacekeeping official. If they called anyone down here, it should have been Mom, or Hellen, not Anne!”
Mark surmised, and I murmured my agreement with his assessment. Upo
