Anger she thought she’d rid herself of decades prior had returned, and the desire to scream was almost more than she could bear. Before moving farther into the house, she took a moment to compose herself and listen for signs of life. No voices greeted her. No breath sounded in other rooms. No hearts beat save her own. Satisfied she was alone, Emily moved to the combination living and dining room adjacent to the kitchen and sank onto the beige sofa. Her conversation with Varik ran through her mind in a continuous loop, refining it until only one point remained fixed in her memory. Alex saw Bernard with Siobhan. Siobhan Kelly. Vampire. Mistress. Hunter-Talent. Fugitive. And a name Emily hadn’t spoken or even thought of in over forty years. Now she couldn’t banish Siobhan from her mind. Maternal instinct arose. Danger stalked her family. Alex’s vision was only the beginning. She had to find a way to protect them. But how? How could she protect them from a past she was sworn to keep secret?
