Inside the helicopter cabin, Margaret clutched Lilian's hand, her body was shivering. She looked at Dante's sharp profile, Lucien's bloodied jaw, and Adrian's pained eyes.
"Lilian," her mother whispered over the loud noise of the rotors. "The door… how you moved… those things on the lawn. Tell me the truth. What is happening?"
Lilian looked at Dante, to Lucien, and to Adrian. They were all nodding. The secret was already dead before they could tell her in a better situation.
"Mom," she said. "I was attacked and died. At least, the human part of me did."
Margaret's breath hitched. "Died?"
"They saved me when I turned into a vampire," Lilian shifted her gaze to the princes. "We are vampires, Mom. All of us."
Margaret pulled her hand back fast in shock, her face went completely bloodless. She scrambled against the seat, her eyes darting between the three men and Lilian in fear.
