The following morning, Henry woke to the sound of raised voices just beyond the door of the room he had been given.
"Vi, what were you thinking?" Anita hissed, panic sharp in her tone. "You know very well that all elites are vampires, yet you brought one to stay under our roof!"
"I couldn't leave him out there, Mother," Violet replied, her voice lower but stubborn. "He was injured. He needed help. H—"
"That is no excuse!" Anita snapped, cutting her off. Worry etched deep lines across her face as she paced the narrow hallway. "You do not shelter night creatures. Not in my house. I am getting him out whether you like it or not."
With that, Anita shoved the door open, a wooden stake concealed behind her back.
