Chapter

"She is the way." Garrick shook his head vehemently, glaring wildly at me through his tumbling dark locks. "No. No. It's not possible." "But you saw. I showed you." The vampire rose up on his knees and slumped back on his haunches, his chest deflated, his whole body displaying the exhaustion he now felt from the vision. I knew he felt it, because I did too and had done since Lucius had shown me. It was exhausting and unbelievable and yet horribly, horribly true. "But she just can't be." "You believe what I am but you won't believe what Megan is?" Garrick's face twisted with confusion and anger. "But she is a vampire! She is one of us. How the hell can she be what you say she is when she is little more than a demon? We kill. We do not save. That's not our way, Lucius." "He saved her." Lucius directed his steady gaze over to Harper, who shrank back as if accused of some heinous crime.

"I turned her, it's not the same thing," he said, frowning.