Bound to Witness

FREYA’S POV

I’d always thought fear was cold, but when the first vampire moved for my mother, it was fire. My whole body froze. I couldn’t even make myself run. I just watched the two men—no, not men, not anymore—step out of their polite neighbor masks and show us exactly what they were.

The taller one moved with a blur, faster than anything I’d ever seen. His hand wrapped around my mother’s arm,