"Don't get me wrong," Jacek said, tracing the long crack down the center of the table, "because I love kissing, but we're far from done talking about all this. If the Brotherhood are back, with Paul" - he waved at the two phones on the table - "then they're not just vampires anymore."
"But how?" I asked. "If the Brotherhood died, how did anyone know about them and Paul?"
Eddie sat back in his chair, his messy blond hair falling across his forehead. "Because knowledge doesn't die. Not completely, anyway. There are books written and borrowed, stories passed down or overheard."
Sawyer nodded down at his tattoos. "The Brotherhood does have a thing for ink, including the kind in books."
"So someone heard about the Brotherhood somehow," Jacek said.
"Not someone," I said. "Someones. Pre
