Chapter 1
“Am I a black swan, Gramps?” Noah Poynter asked one Saturday evening. Mom and Pop had gone dancing and left him in Gramps’s care.
“You are.” Gramps smiled when Noah wriggled in pleasure.
That was what he wanted to be, more than anything in the whole wide world, and he was pretty excited because Gramps had been telling him all about it.
“It’s gonna be super cool when I get my own vampyre to protect.”
“Yes, it is, but Noah, you have to promise me something.”
“Sure.” He’d never heard Gramps sound so serious.
“Don’t ever let your father know I told you this.”
“Why not?”
“You’ll find out when you’re older. Just promise me.”
“Okay, Gramps. I promise.”
“Good boy.”
“Tell me about our family.”
“All right,” Gramps said, pulling Noah onto his lap and rubbing his cheek against N
