"It's true, isn't it?" I cautiously approached him. "What I saw? It's real?" My voice rose with impending hysteria. "Not you killing Abby, but the rest of it?"
He glanced at the front door, then the window. "Please keep your voice down."
My brows shot up with disbelief. "Are you kidding me right now?"
"I can't risk your aunt and uncle overhearing us." Sighing, he faced me. "I'm sorry, Chloe. You weren't supposed to find out like this."
I half gasped, half whimpered, and slapped my hand over my mouth. "It's not possible," I mumbled, shaking my head. I took a step back, and he took a step forward. Vampires didn't exist.
"Chloe. . ."
"No." I held up my hand to stop him.
Then I raced down the steps. I had no idea where I was going, but I couldn't look at him a moment longer. My feet had barely hit the driveway when he grabbed me from behind. Next thing I knew, I was back on the porch. My head spun.