Her mind had yet to fully grasp the connotations. Drusilla coveted power, so it seemed out of character to have any allies that were so young.

“Drusilla usually uses her recruits as fodder,” Evelyn said.

“I know,” Grace said. “They did mention one other detail.”

Evelyn was beginning to understand why propaganda posters reminded people to keep quiet. ‘Careless talk costs lives,’ in this case it worked in their favour.

“Which is?” Evelyn asked.

“The sister’s a hunter…”

That appeared to fit in with the news she got from Marc. He always replied with long and boring narratives filled with numbers. Those were references to words within a book. That’s why I dragged a library with me.

At least the man was not trying to sugar coat the conflict. It was his way of confirming that Evelyn had grown enough to be trusted. Sometimes her chest tightened when Evelyn realized that she was on her own. There’s also a thrill that’s hard to describe.

“How does a vampire old enough to get noticed by Drusilla have a living sister….” Evelyn said.

“According to the staff this one is apparently especially for her cruelty,” Grace added.

Evelyn cocked a brow as that was hard to believe. Drusilla made Evelyn’s crime scene appear amateurish… how sadistic does she have to be to be noticed by Drusilla?

“Did you get a name?”

“No,” Grace said. “Simply that she had steel-grey eyes and a cruel smile.”

That was not much to go on. So, there must be more to these rumours.

“They said the woman left abruptly after hearing that her sister was somewhere in France.”

“What happened to her… buyer?”

Grace smiled in a way that showcased just how proud she was of finding this bit of intelligence. In truth there was more to it than she initially divulged.

“It seems that Drusilla sent an agent here to assess their progress?” Grace said.

That was one of Drusilla’s greatest strengths, several agents were constantly hiding in the shadows. They lived where the light did not shine, ever hidden, and used the shadows to strike with impunity. That’s why we’re never far from one another.

Money was not an issue at the moment. Marc had invested for centuries in the selling and manufacturing of arms and munitions. The Great war was expanding their wealth faster than they could realistically absorb. I have no idea how he keeps track of all those dummy corporations he uses to hide our interests.

The idea had merit. From here they could ensure some were saved, and ready to be put to use when they returned home. I’ll send word of our plan back home to secure a few properties.

“We’re lucky you’re on our side,” Evelyn said.

Grace was about to say something, but Evelyn’s mind dwelled on an unfinished thought.

“What happened to her… buyer?”