Twenty-seven:
Landry Thayer
The vampire was up to something. He should have known that the moment he had something good in his life, Illarion DeMille would try to take it. After all, he had ruined his life. It made sense that the vampire would do the same. When Larissa performed the ritual, he saw Illarion sneaking into Ellery’s room. He didn’t like that. The idea that a Moon Child who wasn’t him had been there, sneaking through her things, left a bad taste in his mouth. As the smell of death filled his nose, Landry bolted up right with Ellery.
The two of them were gasping as they looked at each other. “He was here!” Ellery blurted out. “I could…I could smell him this time. He smelled like…”
“A rotting corpse?” Larissa offered.
Ellery nodded. “That’s exactly right. It’s
