“Calla, I’m anything but tired.”
I nodded slowly and returned to the opposite side of the island. “The other night, I was in a car accident. Draven—by the way, Draven Delano is his real name and Parker Young is his alias.”
“Really?”
“Yes.
“Is he really a doctor?”
“Yes. Of course.”
“That’s good.”
“Anyway, Draven came to help after my accident, and he said I was dying. The only way to save me was to turn me.”
“You were dying?”
“I was, but Draven saved me.”
“How is he a vampire?”
“He was turned in 1928 by the vampire.”
“What?” she breathed.
“Do you remember that picture I found in Dad’s drawer after he died?”
“The one of your great-grandmother, Gael?”
“Yes.”
“I do.”
“The man in that photo wasn’t a man at all. He’s the vampire that came tonight.”
“He’s a vampire?” she whispered.
I nodded. “Draven’s sire actually.”
“How is that possible?”
“I don’t know how Renzo met Great-Grandma Gael, but I do know that he got her pregnant with grandma.”
She was silent and I pictured the wheels in her head turning. “So you’re saying that your father—”
“Yes.”
“And you and Al and Betha?”
“Yes.”
“Are vampires?”
“No. We carry the venom, but we still need to be turned to complete the transformation,” I clarified.
“I was married to a vampire?”
“No.” I laughed. “I mean, I guess some, but he wasn’t.” I wasn’t sure if I was making sense. I thought I’d have more time to prepare before I needed to tell her. Even if it were in the car when we got out of town, I would have Draven helping me. “There’s one more thing I need to tell you.”