"This doesn't look like a police station," I mumble, even though I know they are both ignoring me. What the hell is this place? It looks like an old castle that's been here hundreds of years.
When the back door opens I don't fight them. I step out and follow them up to the entryway, and two large doors open. Maybe this is a police station for vampires? Hadn't that man Valen said he was a cop when he went through all my stuff the night he busted me staking out the house?
One of the men grabs me by the arm and pulls me the rest of the way inside. His hand digs in hard and I let out a small cry, but I don't think he cares. I'm not fighting them, so I don't understand why he has to be cruel about it.
He practically drags me down a long marble hallway before stopping in front of another set of double doors, knocking on it. When they open, the man from the library is sitting behind a dark wood desk. He looks disappointed and I don't even think my grandpa ever looked at me that way.
