Shona said, her tone a mix of outrage and fear. “Frank, do you know this man?” “No, he doesn’t.” Though amusement touched Heaton’s lips, there was nothing warm or pleasant about his smile. “As I’ve already said, this is the first time I’ve appeared in this building.” “Then why would he give such an accurate description of you?” The fear was stronger in Shona’s voice. She glanced at Jackson, then at me, obviously seeking some sort of clarification. “I’m afraid Frank was just relaying what Heaton here wished him to say,” I said softly. “He’s under Heaton’s control.” “He’s a vampire? Oh shit,” she muttered, and took a step back. “To put it mildly.” Jackson placed himself in front of Shona. “Let them go, Heaton. Neither she nor the guard know anything about our purpose here.” “Oh, that much I already know.”
