WAREHOUSE

POV DESMOND

My mind was buzzing with what Thomas just said. Surely, he couldn't mean that. My uncle would destroy his fortune if Thomas turned against his wishes. Although Thomas has moved off the sanity scale as of late.

"Is this some sort of joke, Thomas?" I asked, still standing by the door.

Thomas stood up and turned to face me, "I don't make jokes, Desmond."

"What use would I be as a vampire?" I asked, trying to stall. I wasn't sure what for, but ...