Lucian was close to burning the house down. He said, "I asked where Ruelle is. She's not in the house."
"We don't know!" Mr. Belmont insisted. "We don't know—"
A sigh escaped from Lucian's lips. The sound of it was small, carrying almost a world of contempt in just the breath of it. He murmured, "Useless even now. Is there any point living?"
"What? Even now?" Mr. Belmont gritted his teeth at the audacity of the young pureblooded vampire.
The tendrils moved, sliding over the floor, swift and curious, which brushed against Mrs. Belmont's leg before winding around her ankle with a light touch, which was enough to make the woman shriek. She exclaimed,
"We don't know! We don't! Our maid Daisy took her somewhere! We're trying to look for her, we are now, we—"
This morning, when Lucian had woken up, things he didn't remember yesterday came flooding in like a dam that had broken. His memories had returned sooner than he had estimated for it to return.
