All Chapters of The Clandestine Saga: Chapter 261 - Chapter 270

Julia picked up her phone, trying to decide whether she should use the flashlight to make her way down the stairs or just leave it off. After all, if there were someone--or something--waiting for her downstairs, the flashlight would alert him that she was coming. If she left it off, she could be stealthier, and maybe he wouldn’t know she was coming. If she saw him first, she could maybe get away or hide. Or wait for her mother to come home.Maybe she should wait for her mother to come home.

Ms. Cannon did not look like the type of person one was trifle with. She had a scowl on her face, and yet, as soon as Brandon stopped talking, her expression changed. “Oh, yes, of course!” she exclaimed. “Brandon! How are you?”“I’m good,” he replied, smiling. “I’m so glad you made it home safely, what with all the rain.”“Oh,

Returning to his lair served to be more challenging than Giovani had originally anticipated. It was nearly midnight when they arrived in Cesky Krumlov, which not only meant Vampires had taken to the street to prey on tourists out sightseeing too late, but Vampire Hunters were out as well. Giovani had not been too worried about this; after all, none of the local Hunters should be too familiar with him. They certainly shouldn’t be able to recognize him with dark glasses and a hat on. However, as they rounded the corner a few blocks from the house that sat atop their chambers, he froze, his arm darting out to prevent the rest of his party from continuing as well.

Saturday mornings were usually pancake days at the Findley residence, and while Cadence would have slept past eight if she had been home, Cass was one to get up early and help her dad make a mess in the kitchen. Despite her own exhaustion from being up most of the night, Cadence was up bright and early to give her little sister a call and try to explain what she had seen the night before.Cadence didn’t use FaceTime because she looked like grim death. Her plan was to talk to her sister briefly and then go back to sleep. She was hopeful that her sibling would comply. The phone only rang o

Brandon was not up and at ‘em quite as early as usual that Saturday morning. He had been exhausted by the time he got home the night before, but it had taken him forever to fall asleep. There was just no way he could unsee what he had witnessed the night before. He finally dragged himself out of bed around ten o’clock, took a quick shower, and made his way to the kitchen hoping his mom had made some coffee. He was surprised to find there was actually some left in the pot, and she was sitting at the kitchen table herself. Usually, she’d get up, make some coffee, and stagger back to bed. He knew something must be up the second he walked in the room, but he decided to act nonchalant and let her bring it up in her own time.