As I gazed at Joshua, I narrowed my eyes when he suddenly seized my hand and compelled me to accompany him. Without any objection, I trailed after him, mindful that I didn't want my father to catch sight of him there. Once we were outside and away from any prying eyes, I withdrew my hand from his and crossed my arms before finally posing the burning question that had been on my mind.
“ Did you do it?” I asked referring to the unfortunate incident that my mother had suffered.
Even though it was clear that the vampires had something to do with my mother cutting her wrists, I wanted to believe that Joshua had no clue about it. He might have been thousands of years older than me; however, he was my best friend. I had met him when I was a kid and grew up with him. The war between the vampire
