Everyone around the table tensed. Grace and I exchanged a look. We both knew where we stood; we were in agreement with Aunt Florence. The Clemonte mansion didn’t serve its purpose anymore. Its safety had been breached. And since Pandora knew exactly where all of us were, she’d keep attacking until she gets her way.
We had gotten lucky the last time; without Aunt Florence and her newfound vampire abilities, we could’ve all been taken like sacrificial lambs already.
But separating the family seemed a bit… extreme, although I did agree.
The irony of the situation hit me. Pandora had probably sent that vampire to turn Aunt Florence into one of them, in hopes that she’d tear us apart from the inside. But instead, she had been the one to keep us together and safe. Together, until now that is…
