The few windows were tinted inside and out, rendering time ambiguous. Video poker machines lined the walls. Dim lights overhead tinged the smoky air a nervous, jittery color, a miasmic mustardy hue that seemed to permeate everything. “So,” Tristan said. “That was your mom. Tell us about her.” Fallon glanced at the vampires surrounding him, having no trouble meeting their eyes. “She met Loftus when I was thirteen. That was six years ago. He went to see her a lot, but she always turned him away. But he kept coming, and one day he tried turning her into a vampire. It didn’t work. She would have died, but he took her to the cavern and kept her in some half-alive state with human blood, delivered on full moons.” “Where our toys go to die,” Branek mused. “I didn’t think it was possible for Loftus to love,” Jared said. Fallon blinked. “I’m sure it wasn’t.
