39. Veil of Secrets

(Quinn's POV)

The air in the mansion is heavy with secrets. Every floorboard inside the old building holds a story of a time long ago. It’s been hours since my conversation with Salvatore, but his words weigh heavy on my mind. Trusting a vampire seems like another one of my stupid ideas, and I have been making a lot of them recently. It’s like I enjoy playing stupid games with my life, but I don’t. I’m helpless and, as the saying goes, desperate times call for desperate measures. There is nothing more miserable than a lone wolf an outcast from the pack. Or at least that was what I thought until I was captured by a shifter’s mortal enemy... A clan of vampires.

With the other members of the Seven preoccupied with whatever has been keeping them away from the living quarters, it feels like I can breathe a little easier. Despite the weight of the collar, that is still wrapped around my neck. The absence of their evil presence makes me feel like some of the darkness that has been weighing