Birthright

"One way," Melody repeated, figuring Theresa was referring to the way of blood-sucking killers. She had read a little more about them, not much of it very reassuring, and it was only her experience with Daniel that stopped her from getting up and leaving, and making sure she was not alone on the street. She cleared her throat, looking down at her hands before back to Theresa.

"How old are you, really?"