When my grandparents rushed into my bedroom to investigate the noise my entrance caused, they found me lying face down in my own vomit. I was too weak to explain to them my whereabouts over the last weeks or how I managed to make it home, but that didn’t stop them from trying to get it out of me. I didn’t blame them for their incessant questions. Since it was my intention to merely question Geo about Sybil and not go with him to meet her, I hadn’t told them where I was going or what I was about. I can only imagine the worry my disappearance caused them.They were incredibly curious about where I’d been, but were also considerate -once they’d recovered from the shock of finding me face down in my own vomit on my bedroom floor-  enough to recognize I wasn’t physically up to telling them. My grandfather lifted me from my pool of sick and lovingly carried me into the bathroom where my grandmother was already preparing a bath.  Even in

All thoughts of my dilemma with Geo and Luthias came to a halt when my grandmother burst into the room and announced Prince Vogel was outside with a band of vampires and was boisterously demanding the return of his wife.My blood went cold.“Stay in here and lock the door behind me lass,” Gwendoline hissed as she darted from the room.I found it incredulous that a witch as familiar with vampires as she was would tell me to lock a door to keep one out, but I padded my bare feet across my wool carpet to obey her orders anyway. My heart was threatening to climb into my throat as I pressed my ear against the door to hear what was being said on the other side. This was a time when I truly longed for vampire hearing.From what I could make out, my witchy protectors decided there was no sense trying to hide the cabin, since Sybil had already located it and the cat was out of the bag.  Instead, they placed a force field around us and so far it wa