Michael

Blood-red walls cloud my vision. I focus on the spiraling, floral velvet details of the wallpaper instead of the tall, dark-haired man pacing vigorously across the room, leaving tracks in the carpet.

Roses. Mom has always loved roses, and this room is a testament to her love of daylight, sunshine, and those late summer flowers that bloom in such a rich, dark red it reminds everyone of blood.

Fitting for a family of vampires, I surmise. Well, mostly vampires.

I check my wristwatch and sigh as Cole continues to mumble curses under his breath and twist his fingers through his black, slightly wavy hair.

“Shouldn’t it have started by...