81 House of Poets

It was like an infinite towers of drawers with files of people. Dead or alive. She climbed up on the stairs to searched for old files from 1800s.

“Does vampires had their record here, mother?” Caroline asked.

“Of course, my dear.” She fixed her silver eyepatch as she picked up her feather pen.

“I’m bored, mother. Can I go out for shopping?”

“Hmm,”

Caroline knew well that her mother wouldn’t let her out alone.

“Go with Christopher.”

“Fine.” She said as she open another drawer. “I already organize this one. But this is our family’s files.”

“Yes, we kill as well.” She said. “It’s for the best.”

“But, the crime that Grandmother Freya was quite~~right.”

“Killing her fake mate?” Her mother asked. “It was for the best. That bastard was keeping his mate alive to be his sex slave while he enjoys the luxury of our family’s wealth.”

“But what happened now to the House of Cyprus?”

“It’s still manage by your brother.”

“Then, when can I meet my brother?”

“Not now.” She said. “Just go s