Draven.
As Meredith disappeared towards the house, I fully turned to Jeffery, the tenderness I had reserved for her vanishing with her footsteps.
"I learnt that Vampires attacked one of Duskmoor's government facilities last night. A tech facility. And that Brackham and his cohorts covered it up before the media caught a whiff," Jeffery revealed.
My brow lowered, but it wasn't surprise that crossed me—it was confirmation that the storm had finally broken. "How many?"
"I don't have the exact details yet," Jeffery admitted, voice tight. "But there were casualties. Heavy ones."
"They have finally begun," I said, my voice low, carrying the weight of certainty. "And Brackham hasn't seen anything yet. Vampires don't forgive. They won't stop until they have bled out enough lives to balance the insult."
Jeffery nodded, with a grim look in his eyes. "They should never have pushed. Planting those cameras in the woods was a mistake from the start."
