CHAPTER THIRTY ONE

Caitlin and Caleb ran through the mansion doors. They’d seen the vampire army descend on the estate, followed by the police and military. But knowing their daughter was inside was enough to make them enter, too. They braced themselves for carnage—but what they saw was far worse than they’d ever imagined.

There, lying on the floor, bleeding, was Scarlet. Her breath was rapid. She was covered in mud and dirt. She looked like she’d been dragged through Hell and back.

Scarlet’s friends were watching her with looks of horror on their faces. A police woman was standing solemnly beside them.

Caitlin screamed in anguish and rushed forward to her daughter. She grabbed her limp body and pulled her into her chest.

“Drink, Scarlet,” she said, offering her arm to her dying daughter. “Drink. Please!”

Scarlet was trying to say no but she couldn’t make a sound at all.

“Listen to me,” Caitlin said sternly. “I’ve read all the prophecies, all the texts and books and literature. I’ve been transporte