MARIA
Maria shifted on the bed, pulled out of sleep by a terrible nightmare.
She'd dreamt that her father, furious that she'd left him, had taken his anger out on her mother by torturing her endlessly until her mother had given up. Dead.
Sitting up, she pushed her hair back from her face with shaky hands, dimly registering the sheets falling to her thighs because her nerves were frayed, her thoughts and feelings all over the place from the activities of the day—and the past week if she was being completely honest.
From being captured by her father—she was not going to dwell on how ironic that was—to discovering that the girl in the cell next to her's was the vampire's sister—who she now knew his name was Bran—to being freed by said vampire, then to his sister being taken from
