Chapter 116: Living Nightmare, Part 2

Dad whipped around, eyes wide. His face was ghost white. "What did you say?"

"I know that you're descended from a powerful witch named Rector Zoya." Despite the nerves trampling through my stomach, my voice was steady. "I know he cursed a vampire for killing the woman he loved."

"How do you know all of that?" His voice was barely audible, but it sounded like a bullhorn in the silent room.

"I found some stuff in the boxes of pictures. A journal and some family trees." Feeling empowered, I stood. "Who's Samara Rose?"

He muttered a string of curses. "I thought I'd gotten rid of all that junk." Dad downed the rest of his drink in one large gulp, and then refilled his glass. He shook his head. "Jesus Christ."

My patience wore thin, and I curled my hands into fists.

"Who else knows about this?" he asked.

"No one," I said quickly. "Are you Frank Miller?"