Chapter 44

What was more interesting than the humans he couldn’t help, however, was the girl who walked at Andre’s side, arm laced through his. There was no mistaking the similarities. It was Lizzie Coolidge. The hair was darker, her skin freckled, the body not nearly as appealing, but the eyes were the same.

Well, Gideon thought, not exactlythe same. Lizzie lacked her sister’s warmth, her compassion. He looked into this girl’s eyes and he only saw death.

He listened to the squat vampire next to him describe to the group how he’d used various bodily fluids to paint his human’s skin, and though his enthusiasm for his subject was obvious, his audience wasn’t nearly as enamored. One gaunt woman in the rear even yawned. They murmured among themselves, but nobody mentioned names. Gideon had no idea which one was Xavier. Hopefully, he’d be able to find out when it came his turn.