“What do you know about my sister?” Clara asked.
The smile that lingered on Evelyn’s lips since they first kissed faded away. Clara momentarily felt guilty for ruining the mood. However, her world had gone up in flames and it was time to get situated and fast.
“Not as much as we would like,” Evelyn said. “She was Drusilla’s pet project, not unlike my Grace.”
Grace was a vampire cursed by youth, unable to blend in with adults. She knew Evelyn employed her for special missions. While they never met in person, that centuries-old teenager saved Elizabeth from a pack of werewolves… For a couple hours at least.