Son of a Vampire

Rafe

I stalk right up to the porch of the farmhouse, ignoring the startled guards, and snatch my child out of Eustice’s hands. “I’ll take him, thank you very much.”

“K-King Rafe Poe,” Eustice splutters, stumbling backward.

I turn to the baby-shaker then and grab her by the throat, lifting her off ...