Chapter 9“A vampire?” Zofia wheezed, feeling her brow bunch in anxiety.
“Yes,” Stephen said, leaning forward, hands clasped on top of his desk. He took a deep breath and let it out on a small puff and went on. “It has been learned that people donate their blood to him.”
“A vampire?” she repeated. “And he takes donations?” It sounded absurd to her. Why would people donate blood to a vampire? A vampire had powers to subdue a human for that very reason. How very strange.
“There is more I must tell you, not exactly related to this, but then again we don't know.” His countenance remained very grave. The knuckles of his hands were turning white as he grasped the edge of his desk at either side. He had a long reach. “Five years ago, Dorian and three other Knights had been sent to this very sam
