Sister Miriam doesn't speak again until I've finished way too much food.
"I doubt you came here just to ask about my letter," she finally says, and I jump at the opportunity to finally get answers.
"My best friend was taken in the attack. I want to know where she is. I need to save her."
Her eyes grow unfocused, and the strange men return, tidying up the dishes and taking them away in silence.
I watch them curiously as they move. Their faces are blank, and they're unmistakably human, despite the odd sheen of their skin.
Thralls, Selene murmurs. Bonded servants.
Bonded—to Sister Miriam?
Yes. What you risked when the vampire bit you.
My stomach twists, threatening to let go of the contents I'd just downed with little grace.
Sister Miriam's long fingers tap against the table in a thoughtful rhythm. "One cannot speak an untruth with Fae food in their belly."
