Meredith.
Draven's words hit me so hard that I couldn't argue. My mouth stayed shut, but my thoughts churned, restless and hot.
Finally, I asked the one question that had been clawing at me. "Where am I supposed even to find a vampire, much less kill one?"
That was when his lips curved again, the kind of smile that told me he had been waiting for me to ask.
"Now, that brings us to the reason I called you all here."
My spine straightened instantly.
"The vampires have been too quiet for too long," Draven went on, his tone measured, heavy. "Which means they've successfully fooled Brackham. And that also means they are preparing to strike the humans soon."
Silence gripped the room for a heartbeat before Dennis whistled again, leaning forward with a spark in his eyes. Jeffery shifted in his seat, his jaw tight.
I was the last to speak, my voice steady but sharp. "So, you want me to kill a vampire… if I see one tomorrow?"
"Yes," Draven said simply.
