Loren groaned and drew his hands down over his face, his anger spent. Evan and Will were gone. When he had first discovered them missing, he tore apart both of their rooms, smashing Will’s medieval sculptures and shredding Evan’s books. The canopy of Evan’s bed now hung in tatters, and Will’s casket lay in thousands of splinters. Yet it had all been for naught. He had no idea where they were. As if things could not get any worse, Karl now stood by the hearth in Loren’s room, relaying the latest news from their spies in Mordell’s keep.
“My lord,” the gruff vampire said, “Mordell needs both Evan Reynolds and the mortal, of this we are certain.”
“But why?” Loren asked him with a sigh. His head was beginning to ache. He needed Elissa.
Like an answer to a silent prayer, the vampiress appeare
