Chapter 27
“Hard to believe, isn’t it?”
I looked sideways at Chris, who had joined me on what had been a battlefield twelve hours ago. The snow was more red than white, and there were three blackened circles where piles of vampire and crocotta bodies had been burnt.
I’d gotten up at dawn to assist with the job of loading the burnt remains on a truck so they could be taken miles away and disposed of. We would not desecrate our home by burying the bodies in our woods. It had been violated enough just having them here last night.
“I never thought I’d see this day,” I admitted grimly. “It kills me to say it, but Westhorne is no longer safe, at least not for Sara. As long as she’s here, the Master will keep coming.”
“I think you’re right.” His gaze swept the grounds. “Whatever you decide t
