Page 61 of Craving Her Vampire

“When did she die?” I ask.

“That is the murky part. Shade is working on finding out exactly. She disappeared when she was seven.”

“Disappeared?” I whisper.

“Without a trace,” Quinn says. “Years later, a picture was taken of her. It was blurry, but Shade worked on it, and you can see her clearly.”

“Are you sure it’s her?” Micah asks.

“Yes.” He pulls out his phone. “Shade sent it to me. She looks eerily similar to Daisy.” Micah takes the phone, and I’m shocked by what I see.

“Are you sure we aren’t related?” I ask. “Maybe she isn’t Turner’s real sister.” The girl in the picture could have been me. She has the same hair color, and her face is the same shape. I see some differences, but we could be sisters.

“We can’t be sure of anything,” Quinn says.

“She’s so skinny,” I say. Abnormally skinny. Her face is dirty and cut up. She didn’t pose for the picture as most teenagers would do. Her clothes are thin, and her shirt has several holes.

“Yes,” Quinn says softly. “She looks like she’s been abused.” I feel for the girl.

“Does Shade know how she died?” Serenity asks. The vampires have been quiet, but Ryker is up and alert.

“No. He will keep looking.” Micah hands him back the phone.

“Are you sure she’s dead? Could she be alive?” I ask.

“We have proof of her death,” Quinn answers.

“Papers can be faked,” Micah says.

“Yes, but bones can’t,” he says. “Do you remember anything, Daisy? I realize you were very young, but do you recall a young female in the house?”

I share a look with Micah, and he nods. “I don’t,” I whisper.

“She was young,” Serenity says.

“No, I mean, I don’t have any memories before seven years of age.” I never imagined talking about my past with anyone, but I trust Micah, and his friends.

“Seven,” Ryker says. The exact age the girl disappeared.

“Daisy, I’m sorry,” Steph says.

“I’ve come to terms with it.” Micah slides his hand on my thigh. “It can’t be a coincidence.”

“No, I don’t think it is,” Quinn mumbles.

“Someone took the girl, and they took Daisy in replacement,” Micah growls.

“Possibly,” Quinn says. “Or it was a trade of some kind.”

“Why? Why would Turner let his sister go?” I frown. “Where are his parents? I just assumed they were dead or weren’t in his life.”

“We don’t have the answers. Shade will keep working.” Quinn watches me carefully. “What did Austin mean when he talked about a coin?”

“I stole a coin from him. It’s the only leverage I have over him. I told him I would give it back if he told me where my brother is,” I explain, but I don’t want to reveal the location I keep it.

“Are you prepared to trade it for your brother?” Quinn asks.

“I would do anything for my brother,” I whisper.

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