Three Plans

"What did you say?" asked Drake, with a furrowed brow and a confused expression that couldn't be translated as a single emotion. Questions now raced through his mind.

"That's what I said. Your lover is not Marion's mother."

"Bullshit!" said Drake, who quickly pulled Greg's shirt collar and almost threw a punch at the man's disfigured face.

The man threw his hands up in the air, a sign of surrender, but it could have been a way to avoid getting a raw deal from the pale-faced beauty.

Either way, Greg now needed the pair of vampires to help him.

"Did your lover never tell you? Or... that girl who is said to be your lover's daughter. Oh, am I wrong? Didn't you love that girl? Too bad you lost to that haughty wolf," Greg taunted.

Drake, who was about to shake a fist at the man, decided against it when he heard Eleanor's approaching footsteps.

What else did that woman want.