The things he’d said about vampires that night had stayed in her nightmares for years… that a vampire had murdered Carlotta Santos thirty years ago… not him. He and Malachi argued something fierce but it had ended with her father confessing his love for Carlotta and his hatred for the vampire. She had been sitting in a chair in the corner of his office perfectly still, never moving… just listening.
She watched as Nathaniel slammed the phone down and stood up so fast that his chair skidded across the floor. He’d turned to the huge picture of her grandmother on the wall behind him and took the portrait down revealing a safe. She couldn’t see what the combination was, but when he opened it her eyes were immediately drawn to the book he removed from it.
She could tell it was old by the way t
