When we were in the car and away, my heart hurt in a thousand ways. I saw Cas, but it wasn’t my Cas. The silence in the car was killing me beyond even the fact that Calum had said nothing. I hadn’t expected him too, but the hurt was there nonetheless. “Why didn’t you tell me?” He shifted in his seat to hide his injured pride. He wasn't sorry, just mad I was upset with him. “Would it have helped?” Sometimes he was so in tune with what I needed, and other times he was focused elsewhere. Like when he fights. His Hunter mind takes over the battle scene and unlike Cord or Cas, he fights. He doesn’t defend. I twisted sideways, “No! But it sure as heck might have prepared me for what that man is. If you can call him a man. What the heck is he in the Vampire world if he can force feed the lord?” “It is my understanding that he sired all of them. He is, as of recent, the oldest Vampire in the world.”
