Anya entered the estate, knowing the kind of risk she was taking. It was nightfall but it was also the perfect time for secrets.
She would be betting on the benevolence of another Vampire. Well, it wasn't just any vampire, it was the Attendant but that didn't make her feel any better.
But she had to take the gamble all the same. It was her only way out.
Michelangelo was slowly getting closer and closer to the truth. Genesis had left enough clues and threads for the man to follow. Sooner or later, he'll get to the answers he was searching for.
It was inevitable. The man was known for never giving up and had never not closed a case. This won't be the exception.
She walked through familiar halls to where the Attendant had been holed up throughout his stay so far.
She walked past guards, praying to gods she'd never remembered since she became a vampire. She didn't want to meet James. Not when she was here to spill the truth and save herself.
