Defiance hung in the halls like a bad smell. Every vampire we came across stared daggers at me, or kept their distance. I kept my ground, glaring back at them as the words left my mouth with a will of their own.
“Who gave the order to kill my father?”
The pool of the undead suspects glanced back at the Luther, sharing a look I knew I had seen before, as they shrugged their shoulders and fed me the same replies as all the others. “I don’t know who your father is.”
I flashed them a photograph, saved on my phone, and watched their unchanged expressions, shaking their heads. “Never seen the man.”
I didn’t believe them, not for a single moment, and the shared looks between them was starting to irk me. “What aren’t you telling me?” I demanded, shooting them an angry glare. “That look - you
