I immediately regretted opening my mouth and revealing my thoughts like that.
“What does that even mean?!” Olivia snapped after a moment of silence, with me staring adrift at the picture. It was soon snatched out of my hand, her cold fingers brushing against mine just as she did. Once more, I was reminded of just how different her brother’s touch always felt. Even when he drank from me in his room earlier and held me caged, he’d felt warm all over, unusual for a vampire.
“How did this one die?” asked Olivia as she took a look at the woman in the picture. “Was her blood sucked dry also?”
“Not exactly,” Isaac responded, earning a puzzled look from her. “Well, same bite marks on the neck, but she wasn’t sucked dry. Unlike the other victims drained of blood, she was found in a pool of hers
