Chapter 51 The Vampyre Lord

• Keeping her cell plastered to her ear, she watched the streets flash by. It seemed to take forever to reach the studio, but it could only have been a few minutes before she was paying the driver and racing up the steps of the apartment building.
• “James! James, where are you?” she called out, shouldering her way through the open door to the studio with her heart in her throat. Her gaze scanned the floor, still splattered with ceramic work and sculptures, expecting to see the tall form of her cousin stretched out on the floor unconscious, or worse.
• Nothing. She moved farther into the room, craning her neck to check the corners and between the clay drying rack in case he’d fallen and the debris from the place being ransacked had fallen over him.