WE SIT together like we are a hurdled group of ducks. I sit with Karen next to me while Helena makes herself comfortable right across from us. We look like we are about to interrogate the hell out of this woman, considering Karen does look a little bit on the meaner side, and I’m only a couple of seconds away from breaking out my fangs.
Helena though looks absolutely calm. She acts like she’s not out of place at all even though as far as I remember, she’s never even been to my manor in the Vampyr nation. But now, she has the audacity, the bravery, the spine, to even visit me in the human world, in my flat.
Which by the way, how does she even know where I live? How does she know where my flat is? I don’t recall ever telling someone else where I live. I don’t think even—Prime.
Prim kno
