Page 11 of The Vampire's Soul
Ella tossed her arms in the air. “You guys, I’m serious. People will work it out. Being vulnerable to daylight, all they need to do is knock on our doors and drag us out under the sun.”
Then they’d turn to ash.
Goodbye life.
Even talking about it was uncomfortable for a vampire.
The three of them stood in her family kitchen, staring at one another as they faced the truth of their new reality.
Right then, the TV on the wall caught their attention. Ella grabbed the remote and turned it up. Violent protests had broken out in Cal Anderson Park in Seattle's Capitol Hill neighborhood.
People were demanding the government force vampires to turn themselves in and then cage them.
Oh, God.
As if they were animals.
“Fuckers.” Her dad grunted.
“They’re scared honey,” her mom said, tugging Ella against her.
“So am I,” Ella whispered.
Her mom turned her and cupped the side of her face. “If you want to go to Mack, then you should. That boy will die for you, I’m sure of it. Just the fact that he had demanded you go to Maine shows that he truly cares.”
“If he’s working for Vincent Moretti, his priority will be the royal family. You’ll be alone and vulnerable, Ella. Stay here.” Her dad crossed his arms angrily.
The next afternoon when she woke, Ella lay there staring at the dark ceiling. The pull to go to Maine was strong.
Then her phone beeped.
Ella. Fuck. I saw those protests. Get on a plane tonight. Please.
Saying no was impossible.
Most vampires would step out into the sun instead of allowing themselves to be trapped.
So, if their lives were coming to an end, in whatever way that happened, Ella knew she needed to see Mack one last time.
Okay. Yes. I’ll come.
Sending you the address of the house now.
Ella phoned her parents and gave them the option of joining her, then began packing.
Twelve hours later, she was flying across the United States.
After dropping her bags at the house and looking around, Ella was keen to see Mack. She wasn’t going to sit there waiting for him. She’d waited long enough and traveled a long way.
Now she was here.
Wrapping her jacket around her, Ella turned her back on the entrance and hoped she hadn’t made a mistake.
If he was bonded to another vampire or continued to friend-zone her during such a dangerous time, then she had to acknowledge Mack Mazzini wasnotand never would be her mate.
“Ella.” A husky voice sent shivers along her arms.
She turned and her body flared to life as she took in the huge and stupidly handsome male, dressed in black sweats and a cap, looking hot as hell.
