Terrence finally got hold of his own right hand, a vampire that goes by the name of Zane.
Terrence knocked on Zane’s bedroom door, “it is me, Terrence.”
Zane opened and Terrence slipped in.
“She fell for it,” Zane said and walked to a chair in the corner of his darkroom.
“What about when you gave her the card about the raven?” Terrence questioned.
“She didn’t seem to be surprised,” Zane said, lazily putting his one leg over the other after he sat down.
“And the card about the baby being a vampire? What was her reaction?” Terrence questioned, eager to know if there was a possibility that Rick was not the father.
“She had no reaction, so she must have known that the baby was conceived before she left here for the arena,” Zane said.
“The daughter card?” Terrence asked.
“I told you th
