Amelie nodded slowly, her hand tracing Abigail’s cheekbone. “No, you can’t,” she said softly. “And they took you because you are close to…us vampires. And they knew that you would be missed if you were taken—they wanted to try and threaten to hurt you to get me to do something, but that wouldn’t work.”
Abby stared back at the Founder. That didn’t sound reassuring….but Mr. Vamp reminded her to be nice. Besides- they were hungry. Nodding, she again looked at the Founder, stomach gurgling. “I’m hungry. Can we eat lunch??”