Callum stood abruptly from his chair. “Someone better tell me something useful,” he demanded.
“I was at the funeral,” a voice spoke up. “A vampire stepped forward. She touched the water, and it turned this… unnatural blue. Spirits from the bayou rose, Liam included. She’s shattered. Hunter took her.”
No one could find her, Callum shouted, turning as the door swung open. Chloe walked in, Hunter trailing behind her like a shadow.
The room tensed as the vampires parted, uneasy stares following her every step.
“Hello, my beautiful Chloe,” Callum said, his tone dripping with false charm.
“Save it, Callum,” Chloe cut him off, her voice sharp. “One question...”
“It was not us,” he interrupted.
She stepped closer, her face inches from his, her gaze unrelenting. Callum shifted, visibly unner
