Page 87 of Entombed By Blood
She shrugs, curling into Draven further under our scrutiny. “I don’t know. Perhaps it was the thrall bond breaking…”
“Have you sired any other vampires?” Gideon asks, frowning.
Evie freezes. “No. He prefers to make Morwen turn those he chooses. It’s her punishment.”
“We can’t know for certain…” I mumble, but Frost cuts me off.
“It’s the only thing that makes sense. I drank your blood, then I died.”
“So what, Evie’s part ghoul?” Finn snorts.
It’s a ridiculous suggestion, but all of us turn to stare at her, anyway.
“No,” she says, “I think it’s just a side effect of being first generation. Cain turned me and my sisters himself, and we’ve all got talents that other vampires consider beyond the ordinary. Morwen has an unrivalled ability to track others. Callie’s so beautiful she can charm anyone if she puts her mind to it—” Draven growls at that but the rest of us ignore him. “Bella can sense when someone is lying to her, and Immy…” she trails off with a soft, sad sigh. “Immy had the greatest empathic ability I’d ever seen. She could read someone’s mood from a single look.”
None of us say it, but I know we’re all thinking it. Empathy and tracking are nothing compared to super blood that can heal lycans and create ghoul hybrids.
Gideon’s jaw locks, and I can sense his frustration building. “This is fascinating, but we’ve got bigger issues right now. Are there any side effects to what you did? Anything that will come back to haunt us later?”
Ah yes, our alpha, ever the pragmatist.
Evie shakes her head. “He’ll be hungry, and it’s a painful process—like you saw—but it’s harmless. As long as he doesn’t die before my blood works its way out of his system, he’s at no risk of turning into a hybrid.”
“Good. Then he can help us plan how we’re going to get Vane back,” Gideon announces.
Just like that, the temperature in the room drops several degrees.
“Morwenna has him,” I explain. Guilt pools in my stomach as I remember the way he tossed me out of danger like a rag doll. “He took a shot meant for me so I could get away.”
The corners of Frost’s mouth turn down, and his voice is grim when he replies, “It’s been long enough that we can assume he’s been given over to Cain for interrogation by now.”
Evie looks up sharply, brows furrowed. “No. You can’t assume that at all,” she whispers.
Gideon looks at her askance, but Frost holds a hand out to stop him. “She’s here because even you had to admit we can’t out-think her sire without her. Listen.”
They share a look, but Gideon eventually settles back against the wall and waves his arm out for her to continue.
“Morwen delights in pissing our sire off. Unless he specifically ordered all prisoners turned over to him, there’s every chance she won’t do it just to spite him.”
“She doesn’t have the equipment necessary to hold back a lycan on the full moon, which—if you’ve noticed—is tomorrow.”
But Finn is already shaking his head. “She does. She lives in the lycan compound. There’s every chance that she’s keeping Vane there. No one would even notice because most vampires can’t tell us apart in our lycan forms. Vane’s slightly different because he’s a hybrid…”
“I guarantee no vampire wants to look at you stinking creatures that closely,” Draven finishes, dryly.
“So our target is Morwenna,” Frost mutters. “She could have information about Samuel as well. If we can get our hands on her, we can interrogate—”
Evie snorts and lets her head fall backward onto Draven’s chest. “Interrogate Morwen… You’d have better luck trying to ask a rock what happened to Samuel.”
“Do you have a better idea?” Gideon demands, losing his patience.
“Morwen is Cain’s favourite punching bag. She’s endured more torture than anyone living—myself excluded—and she hasn’t come out of it sane. Nothing you do will get answers out of her.”
Gideon pinches the bridge of his nose. “So what do you suggest?”
Her face falls, brows furrowing as she thinks. She’s quiet for so long that I almost don’t think she’ll answer.
“You ask her nicely.”
