To say that I was fuming would be an understatement. Probably the biggest understatement of my life.
I stayed silent most of the time as Bexley and Nix told us their story. I still can't get the looks on their faces out of my head. Their eyes were so vacant. Like they had to detach themselves just to tell us what they went through. I hated every second of it, but I know that we all needed it. We needed to hear the truth, and they needed to vent to someone that wasn't their family.
But f***k, it was so much worse than I thought. So much. I know exactly who Alexander is. I know who all the Vampires that were involved were. The only person I don't know, is Madam Black. Probably because she's a Witch. The others though...
I remember when they died. Sort of. The details are a little fuzzy.
