"I'll drain that girl's blood and watch her pathetic mother beg to take her place, but I won't let her," I say.

Freya swallows hard. "How did you find out about the child? How could you do this to your own child?" she stammers.

"I told him," Lucas says from behind us. I keep my eyes on Freya. "Look at this photo of the little girl - she's the spitting image of Ava," he says, holding his phone in front of Freya. Her face fills with horror. "You want to use the child ...