the awful truth. “If it had been real, you would be dead.”
Ally’s voice rose. “Have you ever heard of softening the truth, James? Perhaps you should try it sometime. You’re talking about my best friend killing me, not some random!”
“What happened to your thirst for the truth?” he drawled, throwing her words back at her from the masquerade ball.
“There are exceptions to every rule, and this is it!” she shot back.
He looked at her again and his face softened. “You’re right. I’m sorry. You know how I get when I’m worried.”
“Hmmm…” she replied, still not entirely satisfied.
“Ally.” He pleaded as his eyes beseeched her forgiveness.
“Oh, alright. I know you didn’t mean any harm.”
“No, I didn’t.”
“So what do we do?”
“We need to leave the manor.”
Ally drew her eyebrows together. “ Leave? Don’t you think that’s a bit of an overreaction, James?”
“An overreaction?” James gave her a hard stare. “No, I don’t think trying to keep you safe is an overreaction at all!”
Ally let out an exasperated sound and rolled her eyes. “For god’s sake, James. Yes, ok there was a flower in my room. Not great…but leaving? I don’t think that’s necessary.”
“You might think differently when you hear what I have to tell you.”
Her body tightened in anticipation.
“Vincent’s here…”
“Here in Scotland?” Her voice rose with each word.
James gave her a short nod.
“What! He isn’t supposed to be here yet, James.” She stood up and paced around nervously tugging at her hair. “I’ve only been in Scotland for two months. Why is he here?”
“You know why he’s here.”
“You know what I meant.” She sighed in frustration. “So what do we do?”
Getting up from the table, James walked over to the white French doors and looked out over the snow-capped mountains to gather his thoughts before answering her. “Between Vincent arriving, Kathryn being turned and a flower ending up in your room, we need to do something and I think that something is leaving.” He spun around to look at her. She could see the situation weighing heavily upon him and wanted to relieve his suffering in some way. Unfortunately, Ally was struggling with new information as well.
“We do have a few advantages if we stay here,” Ally pointed out.
“Like what?” he asked with a small humourless laugh.
Ally walked over to the doors to be closer to him. “We have Damian back, so that is another immortal to stand with us. We also have Chase, if he decides to come back, and Gran. We aren’t alone in this.”
He turned his body so he was facing her. “I know and having them will be an advantage, but Damian isn’t the warrior he once was, and may never be again. Besides, we only got him back a few weeks ago. It’s too soon for him to be anywhere near a battle.”
“I know that, but he’s recovering so much every day,” she countered.
“You’re right, he is. But the emotional trauma may cripple him if he finds himself up against the vampires again, even a year from now. Fifty years at the hands of those creatures is a long-time, Ally.”
She shuddered, thinking of all that her grandfather would have endured at their hands. “I guess we won’t know until it happens.”
“ If it happens.” He sighed and turned to look at her. “There’s only one way that flower made its way into your room.”
“A vampire?”
“No,” James said shaking his head. “I would have smelt the creature in your room. There’s no way one would even make it onto our property without one of us noticing. The vampires have a very distinct smell…it’s unmistakeable and rather potent.”
“So if it wasn’t a vampire, then what was it?”
James didn’t want to even contemplate the idea, but he knew there was only one conclusion to be drawn. “A human. More specifically, one of my staff.”
Ally gasped. “But no one here would ever do such a thing! These people love