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“What’s an immortal child?” I ask.
“A child that was turned into a vampire,” Thorne answers.
“My maker was an immortal child.” Amelia squats in front of the girl, not adding anything extra to her revelation. “What’s your name, little one?”
“Gretchen,” the young girl answers.
“Why are you tied up, Gretchen?”
“Because I was hungry.” She growls slightly. “There wasn’t enough food for everyone.”
I reach for the silver cuffs wrapped around the young vampire’s ankles and wrists. “No!” Amelia touches my shoulder. “You can’t free her.”
“What the hell kind of logic is that?” Anger fills my voice.
“Immortal children are…unpredictable,” Thorne fills in the blank. “They’re capable of unsurmountable destruction.”
I look between the two vampires. “You…you don’t think she did this, do you? She’s nothing more than a child.”
“She is more than capable,” Amelia answers. “Topher’s coming.” Seconds later, heavy boots make their way downstairs.
“Amelia?” he asks into the darkness.
“In here.”
Topher stops at the door we’re staring through. “Oh, my God. Is she?”
“Yes,” she answers.Sadness fills her voice.
“What is the big deal about an immortal child?” I ask for the second time.
“Because they’re young, most lack the ability to control their behavior. They have the same strength and ability as you or I do, but they’re children. Most aren’t able to control their power. Imagine a four-year-old human having a temper tantrum about something a typical four-year-old does. When an immortal child has a temper tantrum, they can destroy an entire neighborhood, leaving no one alive. They’re not only dangerous, they’re against the council’s rules.”
“There is a council and rules?” I ask, generally confused.
“You have much to learn.” Amelia turns back to the young girl. “Who is your maker, Gretchen?”
“Mother,” the young girl answers, pulling at her bindings.
“Where isMother?”
“They’re gone. They left me here.”
“Who’s gone?” I take over questioning.
“My brothers and sisters.”
The four of us share a look. “How many brothers and sisters do you have, Gretchen?” Amelia asks.
The young girl fights against her chains. “He smells good. I’m hungry,” she growls, lunging toward Topher. Silver chains attached to the wall are the only thing holding her in place.
“How many brothers and sisters?” Amelia repeats.
“Ten,” she answers.
“Are they like you?”
“Yesss.” Her words are slurred as she lunges toward the Alpha lycanthrope once more.
