A Shade of Vampire 27: A Web of Lies Read Online Free PDF

papers, reporting the same, short story… But then I struck gold. In the text search result, I found an obituary posted on a news site that mentioned the names of Georgina’s parents: “Born to Spencer and Angela Hulse, of Bristol, where she had spent the last week before her accident…”
    Bristol . Where is that? A quick search told me that it was a city in the southwest of England.
    Next, I typed the names of Georgina’s parents, followed by the city. It didn’t take me long to locate them. I found them via an advertisement for a pub called the Old Fox. Apparently, they were the owners. I researched further to find out if the pub was still open—it seemed to be. I found a dinky website for it, listing the opening times as well as the exact address.
    I leaned back in my chair, letting out a breath as I stared at the address. I tapped my pen against the edge of the table.
    Am I really going to go further with this?

Grace
    I found myself running the familiar route to Shayla and Eli’s penthouse. Shayla wasn’t at home, and neither was Eli, of course—he’d gone with the League to the ogres’ realm.
    I headed for the hospital, to the apothecary, where she usually hung out if she wasn’t busy with a patient. I found her bending over a test tube.
    I approached her cautiously, arriving at her side and drumming my knuckles against the table.
    She glanced up at me, raising a brow. “What’s up, Grace?”
    I hesitated a little before answering. “I’ve been doing some more thinking about Georgina,” I said. “But more than thinking, I’ve been doing some research.”
    “Oh?”
    I explained to her what I’d found out—that Atticus had been lying to us. At this, she stood back from whatever concoction she was brewing and gave me her full attention.
    “So what are you thinking exactly?” she asked.
    “I would like to go and visit Georgina’s parents. The obituary said that she spent the last week of her life there before the accident and… I would just like to ask them some questions about Atticus. And about Lawrence.”
    She heaved a sigh. I couldn’t miss the reluctance in her eyes. “Grace, I can’t help but think that we’re prying a little too much into this family. Lawrence is back with his father. I don’t think it’s any of our business what happens next, and I’m sure the boy is in a better condition now than when he was here… dying.”
    I found that hard to swallow. Just because a person was family didn’t mean that they had one’s best interests in mind. My great-grandmother on my father’s side, Camilla, was a prime example of that. As well as, for that matter, my great-grandfather Gregor. Come to think of it, my family on my father’s side is pretty messed up in general.
    When I persisted, Shayla said, “Okay, I understand you want to go. But I can’t take you this time, Grace. I’m sorry. I’ve just got too much going on here. I can’t go gallivanting around. Go and ask Arwen to take you.”
    I frowned. “Arwen? She’s here? I thought she left with the others.”
    Shayla shook her head. “You know how much ogres creep her out.”
    I smirked to myself. That was true. She had a phobia of ogres—since she’d been a kid she’d been terrified of stories about them, and always went out of her way to avoid Bella and Brett, even though they were, at heart, really more like teddy bears than ogres. Though it was certainly true that most ogres weren’t like Brett and Bella.
    “Okay,” I said. “I’ll ask her.”
    With that, I left Shayla to get on with her potion, while I raced to the Sanctuary. In theory, Arwen should be at school today, but I knew that girl. More than likely, she would use “recovery” from her trip to The Woodlands as an excuse to skip a day of school before starting again tomorrow.
    I was right in that guess. When I arrived outside the door and knocked, she emerged in the doorway less than a minute later. She was wearing pajamas and fluffy white