Kael wasn’t convinced it would work. I knew that he was old school and that the vampiric tradition of keeping your task to yourself was something sacred to him. However, if I had been taught anything by the past fifty years of my life, it is that culture isn’t a tangible thing. People break from it, especially if the old guard clings to it so much.
“The witches know more about us than you ever thought was possible.” I had told him. “I heard the history, they see us as witch-vampire hybrids. They will know something and we will deduce the rest.”
I had always known libraries to be places of silence. Speak too loudly and you’ll get reprimanded. Hell, my governess would reprimand me for walking too loudly, even though it wasn’t my fault that the floorboards creaked under my weight. The witch
