Her words struck harder than anything.
Hector held her gaze, conflicted. He didn't answer immediately. There was no need. Her question planted something inside him, a fracture in the narrative he had clung to.
She's a hybrid… yet she's nothing like them. And he is a hybrid too. He knew how it felt to be different.
And truth be told, he hated the vampires he had once aligned with. They were wild and reckless. Their lords never controlled their hunger. What began as a movement became madness, amusement, turning anyone they could, even children. It was chaos in the name of vengeance.
"Fine," he said, at last, his voice rough. "I'll summon them. I'll bring them all to the North. But you'll keep your word, no harm to the half-blood children. Swear it."
"They will," Lora spoke before Ren could. Her voice trembled, but not with fear, with conviction.
