This looked like the work of a vampire. But Seba had sworn to him that the children of the night did not kill. He’d said that the Generals quickly put an end to any vampire who slaughtered humans without just cause. This could be the work of a mad, rogue vampire… or maybe Larten’s master had lied to him. The weeping boy was obviously related to the corpses—they shared the same build and facial features. The man and woman were his parents, and the dead boy and girl were his brother and sister. Larten’s heart immediately went out to the orphan. He knew how painful it was to lose those whom you loved. Larten was nudged aside as a man with long gray hair moved forward for a better look. The man cursed but didn’t step back as others had. He wiped sweat from his cheeks, then cleared his throat. “My Diana saw something pass our house this morning, just before daybreak.” A silence fell upon the men, and all eyes focused on the newcomer. He looked nervous–he didn’t like the attention–but he went on.
