Abby looked at Owen, he had no sire. No wonder had seemed so tense in the elevator yesterday, it had probably been very hard for him to be in such a confined space with both of them. When she was in the service of the clan, she had seen many older vampires, often sire’s themselves. A sire is the one who teaches a newly turned vampire everything they’re supposed to know, from how to hunt, to how to keep your demon under control to blend into normal human society. The new vampires never fed from one of them without their sire around or at least an older vampire their sire trusted. She didn’t want to pry but she was curious to know more about Owen’s past, when had he been turned? Was his sire dead or just not in the picture?
“That’s not what we wanted to talk to you about though,” Dr
