FREDERIC POV
I was on my third cup of coffee, and it wasn't doing a f*****g thing.
Not for the headache pounding behind my eyes, not for the exhaustion making everything around me unbearably loud, and definitely not for the murderous mood I'd been in since approximately eleven thirty the previous night.
I hadn't slept.
Not a minute.
Every time I closed my eyes, I saw that vampire's smug f*****g face and heard her voice.
-Allie was too curious for her own good-
What the hell was that supposed to mean?
I had asked myself that question about a thousand times, and I still didn't have an answer. I had plenty of theories, though, most of them involving things my father had done that would land a normal person in prison for the rest of his life.
Unfortunately, my father wasn't a normal p
