Page 28 of Cinderella and Her Vampires (Dirty Paranormal Fairytale Haremlan 5)

I huffed and frowned.

“Did Brock do this to you?” I asked. My voice bounced against the walls.

He didn’t answer. Not that I could blame him. Beads of sweat had spread along his forehead and his skin was pasty and pale. His eyes were sunken in, and his heartbeats were as sporadic as the shallow breaths he took.

I didn’t need Collin to respond to me. I already knew the answer.

Brock overstepped his position and broke a rule. One of Silas’s sacred rules. He had absolutely no business in turning a human. We had strict laws surrounding the change. Methods that had to be followed. Steps that had to be taken to assure our anonymity. Things that had to be taken into consideration before starting the process.

He didn’t know the proper way to do the change.

And the fact of the matter was the human was barely clinging to life. He was likely in the middle of the change and things were at a point where they would go one of two ways. Either he would die, succumbing to the process that not many humans were capable of handling, or he was going to come out of this with an eternal existence.

I sincerely hoped he prayed for death.

“Poor soul,” I muttered and ran my hands through my hair. “There is nothing I can do for you now.”

I pressed my lips together and stood from the creature. Collin was no longer a human. Yet, he was also not quite a vampire. He was stuck somewhere in between. Not belonging to either species. Not yet. Regardless of what Collin was now, Silas needed to know about Brock’s latest infraction. But every time I tried to come to him with an issue dealing with Brock, my concerns were less than well-received.

Brock needed to be the one to tell Silas. And I was going to give him the opportunity to make things right. If he refused, I would be left with no other choice but to go to Silas myself.

I turned my back to what was left of Collin and sighed as I walked out of the room. Brock needed to be held accountable for his actions and I was going to give him the opportunity to do just that.

My first stop would be his normal line of donors. But when I arrived, not only was he nowhere to be seen, but none of them could tell me when they had seen him last.

I growled and continued with my search. I had uncovered nearly every inch of the mansion when I finally found him.

“What’s got your undies in a twist this evening?” he asked as I approached him.

I grabbed him at the tops of his arms and slammed him into the wall. “What were you thinking?”

He chuckled. “What are you talking about?”

“Your little pet project in the basement, what else would I be talking about?” I asked.

His eyes widened for a fraction of a second before going to his normal stone-cold expression. But it was too late. He already showed me his cards.

“That is none of your business,” he said. “Now release me.”

“You have to tell Silas,” I insisted, still holding onto him.

“And I will. When I’m ready,” he said and forced me backward. “Now unhand me.”

I pushed him back against the wall. “You need to get rid of him before it is too late. You also need to tell Silas immediately. If you don’t, I will be forced to step in, and there is only so much he can save you from before even you force his hand.”

Brock gulped, and that was the first time I saw genuine fear seep from him.

I nodded.

“Fine,” he said.

I released him.

“What if it’s already too late,” he asked, barely meeting my gaze.

“For your sake, I hope not,” I said and left him to stew in his fear alone.

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