It was nearly three a.m. when Lennon lugged two empty tureens into the kitchen. He set them on the floor, and Patrick and Amanda hurried to fill them with ice.
"Hey, you."
Patrick looked up. "Huh?"
"Come with me."
Patrick's first impulse was to say no, but he thought of the basement and the torture implements he'd seen.
He gave Amanda an apologetic nod, then followed the vampire. They wound through the house, to a back room decorated in heavy furniture and fur throws. Lennon stopped before a large painting and Patrick felt a sudden sweep of panic. Why was he back here, alone with a vampire? Would it be Troy all over again?
Lennon felt around the edge of the picture frame. Something clicked and a door sprang open - like the one in the ballroom.
What's with all these fuckin' secret
