17
KELLSEY
How did you explain to a human that, in order to live, she had to die? Apparently not as she’d done, because Jo stared in front of her with dull, lifeless eyes.
Part of Kellsey admired the human behind the bars. Jolene Wylde was neatly sitting on a rickety chair in the dungeons as if she were at a high tea instead of in a prison. The only thing missing was a cup of tea and scones with jam and cream. However, the facade of apathy she had wrapped herself in was destroyed by her wedding gown, which hung around her like a dirty blanket.
“Those are my options?” Jo asked after a long silence, her voice sounding shrill. “Go into hiding in the hope that you convince your brother not to kill me, or turn into a vampire?”
This talk had gone much better when she’d discussed it with Ler
