Jeffry and Hilda Sullivan quickly ca down from their room, making their way through the corridors before finding Vincent, who stood in their mansion. Jeffry wasn't pleased with Vincent barging into their house without prior notice and disturbing this late at night.
"Mr. Moriarty. To what do we owe the pleasure of seeing you at this hour of the day?" Jeffry questioned the pureblooded vampire.
Vincent smiled wide, and his eyes looked slightly erratic. He said, "My wife is missing and I strongly believe that this family has sothing to do with it."
Lady Hilda frowned upon hearing this. She said, "That is so wild accusations have there, boy. If you wife is missing, you should be reporting it to the magistrate or at the Council. We are people from respectable and upstanding mbers of the society."
"It is often the mbers of the society who claim themselves to be that are the ones who often are up to no good," Vincent replied and then turned to Jeffry, "So, are you going to speak?"
Jeffry looked confused, and he answered, "We lost our son. I don't know why you feel it was us, but we had nothing to do with it. It would be wise for you to leave and not co back again."
Vincent was in no mood to listen or play the fool the Sullivans were playing to be. In less than a second, his hand shot up to grab the forr Duke's neck, and he pushed the man against the wall,
"I really am not in the mood to leave. Where have you hidden her?"
"What is wrong with you?!" Lady Hilda demanded, trying to pry Vincent's hands off her husband. But sowhere, the thought of this person eliminating her husband seed convenient, and her hands slid back to her sides.
"I--I don't know! I have no idea where she is!" Jeffry sowhere sounded truthful, but Vincent wasn't buying it. This man was the person who had killed Noah and had sucked in his abilities. But at the sa ti, this person was playing dumb.
Vincent had t enough criminals in his lifeti because of his job, and it had made him learn the body language of the culprit. The criminal could always feign being scared by trembling and stuttering, but there was a way to find the truth by looking past it. His red eyes brooded as they stared into the werewolf's eyes and he noticed his irises had dilated.
This man didn't know where Eve was, but sothing seed amiss with the other person with them right now. He turned to look at Lady Hilda, who stared back at him.
"But you have an idea of where she is, don't you?" Vincent asked in a voice that sent chills down the woman's back even though she believed she had sided with the right person.
"You are asking absurd questions, Vincent Moriarty," Lady Hilda responded and said, "You should leave or you will be forced to leave our mansion for harassing us."
Jeffry coughed, trying to get back his breath that Vincent had squeezed and he glared along with his wife at this pureblooded vampire.
Vincent caught hold of the woman's neck, and she garbled incoherent words as if asking for help. But when her husband tried to move, he couldn't and he looked at the pureblooded vampire in shock.
"Lady Hilda, do you think I am joking when I say that I won't mind ripping your head off? You must already know that I don't care much about rules, less follow them," Vincent spoke lowly, his eyes darkening. He continued, "You didn't seem to care much that I was going to kill your husband there. Why?"
When he loosened his hold around her neck, the lady choked and coughed, "You are being delusional!"
"Am I?" Vincent chuckled, and he turned to look at Jeffry. "Maybe I am because I am losing my mind at the thought of where my wife was taken. So how about you co clean?"
"I don't know! I don't know where she is!" Lady Hilda's eyes moved left and right as if searching for sothing or soone that Vincent noted on.
The pureblooded vampire's eyes grew angrier with every passing second as he didn't know in what state Eve was. If there was one thing, he knew, it was that Eve would be kept alive until the ritual of the sacrifice of the sea goddess Nerhy's daughters. But that was the ti limit he had.
"Then what are you lying about?" Vincent demanded.
There was a change in the way her heart was beating, and it sounded nervous. His nails started to grow longer, while it began to dig into her neck. His eyes then suddenly glowed, and he ordered,
"Speak or die."
Lady Hilda was waiting for Jas to co and rescue her, but even though minutes had passed since this pureblooded vampire had appeared in the mansion, Jas was nowhere to be seen. Even her husband called for his brother, "Jas! Jas! Servants! Go inform the magistrate about this vampire who has attacked my family!" He ordered his servants.
The servants were loyal to the family mbers of the Sullivan family. When they started to walk and run towards the front of the mansion, all Vincent had to do was look in their direction. Jeffry and Lady Hilda's eyes widened when their servants fell to their knees.
Now that Jeffry called his brother's na, Vincent's eyes moved to look through the place from where he stood. As the gears in his mind started to turn and twist as he tried to piece the information in his hand. Then a dark chuckle escaped his lips, bringing Jeffry and Lady Hilda's attention to him.
"What are you laughing about?" Jeffry demanded from Vincent. The pureblooded vampire was crazier than he had heard about from others.
"It seems like there was a misunderstanding about who the father was," Vincent stated, and he heard Lady Hilda's heart hitch. He turned back to her, "Looks like I am not the only one who didn't know."
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