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amount of books they had was simply mind-boggling. In her whole lifetime, she’d never be able to get through them all.
    Walking into the room with wall-to-wall, floor to ceiling bookshelves, she was taken aback by Giselle sitting on the worn brown leather couch, with a book in her hand.
    Huh? Giselle read?
    Wow, snotty much, Sarah?
    “Hi Giselle.” Kill her with kindness, right? That’s what her mother used to say.
    Instead of replying, Giselle stood and started exiting the room, but not before pinning her with a glare that would make lesser women melt into a puddle of water at her feet. And sweet, innocent Dorothy with a cuddly Toto tucked gently into her picnic basket, Sarah was not. Sarah wondered if Giselle had even seen the Wizard of Oz and saw the resemblance between herself and the wicked witch of the west.
    Just as Giselle was about to exit, Sarah called out to her again. She’d been giving this a tremendous amount of thought and she was certain Giselle was the perfect vampire to help her. She simply couldn’t ask anyone else. Not even Thane.
    “I need your help.”
    Giselle stopped but didn’t turn around, so she continued.
    “I want to track my lineage.”
    At that, the female vampire turned around with the scariest smirk on her face that she’d seen on anyone here to date. Holy shit, she was seriously intimidating . Maybe this was a bad idea after all.
    “I’m not a fucking genealogist, little girl.”
    Why … that bitch.
    “My bad. I had heard you were the best investigator Dev had, but I must have heard wrong.” She spun on her heels and walked to the closest shelf, not even seeing the books staring her in the face. She was so furious; she could claw that bitch’s eyes out. If she wasn’t a vampire, she might even try.
    At this moment, she admired Kate’s cool demeanor and Analise’s directness. All she’d apparently inherited was a hair-trigger temper, alien-shaped pinky toes and geographic tongue. Yes, that’s a real thing. Google it.
    When Giselle left without another word, Sarah felt defeated. She’d actually thought of trying to find her birth mother long before she’d been kidnapped, but was far too busy with school to take the time.
    Well, that wasn’t exactly the truth.
    She’d simply been scared. Scared to track down the one person in the world that’s supposed to want you and love you unconditionally above all others, but who’d given her away instead. But now that she knew the truth—that her mother had been kidnapped—just like her—but didn’t escape with her life—unlike her—she wanted to know more about the maternal side of the family she came from. Because despite her faults and her quick temper, Sarah had goodness in her. And since her father was born from the depths of hell and didn’t have a shred of humanity, her goodness had to have come from her mother. And she wanted to learn more.
    Her adopted parents were her parents as far as she was concerned. She loved them, she truly did, but a person who has grown up with their biological parents can’t possibly understand what an enigma an adopted child’s biological parents represent. There’s always that mystery , always the same questions rolling around in her head.
    Did she look like her mother?
    Did she sound like her mother?
    Was her mother a hothead too?
    What was her mother like as a child?
    Did she have any living blood relatives?
    Now, more than ever, she was determined to find out, with or without Giselle’s help. Especially after the dream last night where the woman she’d talked to claimed to know Romaric.
    A woman who’d looked strikingly like herself.
     
     

Chapter 4
     
    Rom
     
     
    Recalling proper protocol, Rom had arrived in Romania yesterday afternoon. It was customary to announce your visit a minimum of twenty-four hours in advance or risk a stake through your heart by showing up even one minute earlier. While that wouldn’t kill him, it would be immensely painful, so he’d rather