“You killed them,” Persephone growls at me, “You killed them all!” Her chest is heaving like she’s losing her grip on reality.
Has she been bitten?
“Of course I did,” I answer her as calmly as possible, “Those vampires are dangerous!”
“So are we!” She spits back. She’s holding her stomach, rocking back and forth nervously, her crimson-colored eyes darting about.
“Persephone,” I say hesitantly, “Did one of them… bite you? Did Bethea bite you?”
I start to feel dizzy and sick as I watch a devious smile stretch across her lips.
“Of course not,” she says, “I’m not a fool.”
She starts to fiddle with the hem of her dress and run her fingers through hair, tugging nervously at her dark curls.
There’s obviously something dark happening here… even if she wasn’t bitten.
“Then what’s going
