We were already on the level of The Catacombs below where my quarters were when a beautiful young woman with black hair, pale skin and stunning moss green eyes approached Gavin.
"Hi, Gavin…" she greeted shyly as she fidgeted with her fingers.
Gavin's sharp eyes softened at the sight of her. "Hello, Anna…how've you been?" he asked in a manner so patronizing, it was almost as if he was talking to a child.
I then remembered what he told me before when he was talking about Migrates used and discarded by vampires who once professed love to them. I could introduce you to one. Anna—stunning beauty, but degraded to nothing but a whimpering child.
I stared at her, suddenly becoming uncomfortable. Gavin was right. She was gorgeous, but her eyes—though beautiful—were vacant of life. I wondered what the vampire could've done to her to make her thus. I also wondered who the vampire who did this to her was. I quickly got my answer.
