The Vampire King's Hidden Wife
"The warehouse was the first. He grabbed my throat, squeezed hard enough to choke me but not enough to leave marks. Then he checked a pocket watch and said he had to go see his wife."
Roland's arms dropped to his sides. "His wife."
"That's what he said. No report in ten years of tracking has ever mentioned a spouse. No intercept, no informant, nothing."
His wife. The words still felt wrong in my mouth. Like a fact that didn't belong in the same sentence as fourteen confirmed kills.
I watched the word rearrange something behind his eyes. A decade of building a profile on the most dangerous vampire in the world, and a single detail was pulling it apart.