"If you're a vampire, why don't you rely on blood?" Greta asked.
A surge of anguish rose from Zoe's mouth, and she fought, teeth gnashed together, against the sobs that came one after the other. "I-I'm m-more than th-that."
"More than a vampire? Are you a hybrid or a scientific experiment of some kind?" Greta persisted impatiently, her hand tightening around the girl's arm.
The anguished noises kept erupting from the girl, but she nodded her head even in the midst of it. August found herself moving closer to Graeme, seeking the security of his warmth as she watched this unfold.
