I took my coffee back to my room, tired of the watchful eyes that followed me around the room. I smiled through gritted teeth. If I could find the vampire who killed my father, then the risk of being caught would be worth it. To do that, I needed Luther to believe that I wasn’t going to be a threat to his community. Not a straightforward thing to do, especially with Drax’s murder hanging over me.
The walk back to my room was a long stroll back. The tension hung thickly in the air, dense from suspicion and the awkward silence. As I slowed my pace, I noticed my dorm room was left open, and a shadowed figure was standing at the foot of my bed.
“Who the hell are you, and what the hell are you doing in my room?” I demanded angrily.
He turned to face me. A skinny pale vampire with vibrant red
