She looked down at her lap and began to fidget with a gold bracelet, unable to come up with anything in her own defense.
I threw up my hands. “You barged back into my life... what... three days ago? And here I am, once again, cleaning up one of your messes.”
“But...” she started, but I cut her off with a wave of my hand.
“I made an interesting discovery tonight, Meegan. My sister still lives. My. Sister. Turned only two years after me. And she knew about a human girl n...
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