Elijah POV
“Hey,” I answered the call from Presley the moment her name lit up my phone. I was anxious about this check-in, considering the other teams had found their dead body and went home. I had a feeling Weston Vaughan might have had a similar experience. “What have you found?”
“Well, we found Weston,” she replied, “He’s alive and kicking, hanging out in Maine these days. He’s got one hell of a story, though.”
Jerome took his eyes completely off the road, jerking his head to the car radio, and I groaned. “One minute-” I fiddled with the display, connecting the call to his car’s Bluetooth, so he could hear and communicate as well. “Alright. We’re listening.”
“So – first of all, you had him marked as a human, but he’s not. Weston is a vampire – he married Belladonna back in like 189
