Patrick was led to a waiting car and stuffed in the back. A redhead he didn't recognize was in the driver seat. Just by looking at him, Patrick knew what he was.
A vampire.
Patrick leaned his forehead against the cool glass and tried not to scream. The night before last was still vivid behind his eyes; the blood, the fear, Troy. The thought of going back was more than he could bear and yet.
There he was.
With a driver who knew the way, the ride was much shorter than Patrick's previous trip. The redhead pulled through the gates and up the sweeping driveway, then he veered off into a stone building decorated to look like an old carriage house. Inside were other cars, most of them shiny and sleek.
No one spoke as they climbed out. The redhead cast a disinterested glance their way, then
