Nineteen

Back at Blake's office, the tension was palpable. Blake was livid that I had been working with vampires instead of hunting and killing them. I could feel the weight of his anger bearing down on me as he paced back and forth, shouting into the phone at someone on the other end.

I could hear Gerald's voice coming through the receiver, trying to explain that I had a good reason for working with the vampires, but Blake wasn't having any of it. He was convinced that I was a spy, and that I was endangering their entire operation.

"Get the hunters on the line," he barked into the phone, "we need to take care of this now. I want that traitor and his vampire friends dead."

My heart sank as I realized the gravity of the situation. Blake was not to be trifled with, and if he had ordered the hunters after us, we were in serious trouble.

Unknown to them, Deaton had been eavesdropping on their conversation from outside the door. Deaton was one of Gerald's trusted employees, and he knew that somethi