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SONNY PACKED EVERYONE into his Tahoe and proceeded to take us home. Mom sat in front with him while Nathan and I rode in the back.
“I hope Duncan will be okay,” Sonny mumbled, rubbing his chin. “I feel so damn helpless. I can’t do anything for him except give him my support. It’s frustrating.”
“He’ll be okay,” Mom replied softly. “Duncan’s a smart kid and I know he’ll do the right thing.”
“Duncan just needs to feed and then he’ll be fine. He probably went to Nightshade; apparently they have very willing donors,” I said dryly.
“It’s barbaric.” Mom sighed and leaned her head back on the seat. “The more I think about it, the more it disturbs me.”
I grunted. “You have no idea what barbaric is until you’ve walked into that sick place.”
I then told them about the things I’d seen in the
