"It's precisely because he already knew about this that he bit Margie." Hue sighed helplessly, his fingers unconsciously tracing the rim of his teacup, his knuckles whitening from the pressure. His voice laced the room with desolation. "This was his self-destructive demand for salvation from Barnett. But now... there's no salvation to be had. We're powerless. Bevis, if you had spoken up sooner, we could have stopped this!"
Bevis scoffed defiantly, a mocking smirk curling his lips, though a flicker of unease flashed in his eyes. "Blame me? Blame Lionel for having a heartless father! Every vampire deserves death. Don't think just because Lionel loves your daughter, he's some saint. Over a thousand years, he's committed countless sins, wreaking havoc among the bloodkin—"
Slap!
