CHAPTER 22: VAMPIRES 2
SILVER'S POV
It was late — the kind of deep, suffocating late that made the shadows in the corners of my room feel like they were reaching for me, stretching their fingers across the floor with every flicker of the dying candle on my nightstand. I sat perfectly still in front of my window, my hands folded neatly in my lap, staring out into the darkness and patiently waiting for a black bird. That was how the vampires responded, or so I had been told. A black bird carrying a black note. Simple. Clean. I hoped they would keep to it.
