The dark basement, stone walls weeping with moisture, was full of more bodies, though most of these had their own wits about them. Charlotte hissed, crouching as the wolf inside her reacted to the dozen or so vampires who lurked around the edges of the large space, though the leader, the vamp I recognized from the attack on me in the Yard and from just earlier that night as he escorted my friends into the house the first time, stood next to Ameline on her left as though they were friends. If the evil-to-the-core witch had friends. Most likely she was simply using him and would discard him when it was convenient for her.
Or whenever he became inconvenient.
About another dozen witches, all young, hovered behind Darin who stood at Ameline's right hand. The smile on his face, so twisted he lost all semblance of humanity, made me want to shove it through the back of his head.
Couldn't wait, actually.