Victoria stared at Vail. She almost scoffed at him. Could he blame her for having this attitude? She was in grief over her father, all the suspects were Vampires right now. How could she trust any of them? How could she trust anyone right now? She was alone in her endeavour. “What do you mean…someone like [i]me[/i]?” She slowly walked up to Vail and almost pushed her torso into his as she looked up into his eyes, squaring up to him. “You know nothing about me. I don’t expect anything from you. It’s what my father wrote in his journals.” Her eyes welled up speaking about him. “He kept the Order away from you and your family. And what does he get for his efforts? An early death…” She sniffled and stepped back from Vail.  She’d learned Alex had donated his blood to the Hygrace for their starving refugees, his blood recovered much more quickly thanks to the rare blood condition of enriched iron. This saved the vampires from risking everything to go out and hunt. It also meant fewer human deaths. Whether Lord Peter knew this, Victoria wasn’t so sure.

“He thought he could trust you to keep up your end of the bargain. Now he’s dead! And there is no way for you to hide from the Order or the Wynters anymore. Look how easily that Saint tracked you last night.” She reminded him of the Saint that followed them both the previous night. A Wynter had given him away, fed the Lady lies to sow distrust in Vails family name, and about to envelope the Crest estate, grow even more powerful and gain further riches and resources in their plans to move against the Hygrace clan. Victoria was their only eyes and ears to the grounds of both the Order if they approached her and to the Wynters because of Spencer, whom Vail knew was a Wynter.

“So please do tell me how I am fortunate?! How I should be grateful for [i]anything[/i] that this shitty life hands me? That I am alone, and I cannot trust [i]one[/i] single person in this god damn city because any one of them took my father from me...you’re the one who should be grateful…that you still have your father.” How could he possibly understand what it was like to lose a parent. He didn’t understand the extent of her grief, the pain, the constant aching in her heart, the emptiness. “Well [i]Sir[/i] thank you so much for killing me…” She took a few steps backward with eyes glazed over. Gone was her bravado, only the vulnerable girl beneath – raw and passionate, yet so fragile like glass. “At least I got to dance with the best dancer in London before I die...” There was no need to spit anymore venom his way. She turned on her heel, holding her neck but she was bleeding so easily, it started to trickle through her fingers. She had to get home fast and bandage it up. This would certainly hinder her mission to locate the Order and find Alex’s killer as it would take time for this injury to heal. Whoever killed him, needed to face justice.