Rene crumpled over into Morgan’s arms, impaling himself further on the dagger in Morgan’s hand as his blood began to run from the corners of his mouth. With a coldness that surprised even Morgan, Annette came up behind her brother and drew a knife across his throat to seal his death. His blood spilled out over Morgan, and Morgan dropped the vampire’s body to the floor. He stripped off his shirt and threw it on top of the body.
“Where’s Evan?” Morgan asked as he wiped the blade on his jeans.
“This way,” Annette said. “He’s waiting with the others.”
Morgan followed her to another room in the basement of the mansion and opened the door. Nearly thirty vampires stood waiting for him with Evan in front. Morgan had known, the second he’d woken up after his turning, that he was different from a
