“Why?Why are you lying to me?”
“I’m not lying to you, Hannah.”
“I have no memories of any of this.”
“I understand that.”
“How do you know?”
“I know only that my mate is responsible.”
“Then you didn’t see me do it?”
“No, I did not.”
Relief sweeps through me.“Then you’re wrong.I didn’t.Someone’s trying to frame me.”
“Hannah...”
“Victor, please.You have to listen to me.We’ll figure this out, you and I.We’ll figure out who’s lying to you.”
“Baby...”
“No!”I clench my fists.“This is wrong, damn it!My father sent me here to find out who killed the vamps and cut out their hearts.He wouldn’t have sent me if he knew I was responsible.”
“He may not know.”
“But...No, it wasn’t me.It wasyourbite marks on those corpses, not mine.”
“You didn’t bite them, Hannah.”
Hannah.He keeps calling me Hannah.
Oh God, oh God, oh God...
He only calls me Hannah when...
Oh God, oh God, oh God...
My father.I have to speak to my father.Now.
“I’m leaving,” I say.
“You’re not going anywhere.”
“This is wrong, Rogan.So wrong!I would never do such a horrible thing!”
“I know you wouldn’t,” he says.“Someone must have been controlling you.”
“No one controls me.”
Except—
“Kneel before me, Hannah.”
"Never."
I gasp as an invisible force brings me to my knees.