Chapter 4-3

I f***ing knew it. "Never heard of him," I lied immediately, knowing full well that these men weren't here looking for a friendly discussion. I wasn't about to associate myself with anyone, let alone a mystery vampire who tried to grab me only two weeks prior. So C is for Charles. "Oh, I think you have," He countered, folding the photograph back into his pocket, "We've been following you for a while now, Miss Moore. You've been hanging out with the wrong sort of people." "It's none of your business whom I hang out with," I countered, taking another step back as I debated whether I could just out-run them. "Charles Carter, what do you know?" He repeated firmly, obviously not appreciating my lack of helpful responses. My eyes narrowed, "I told you. I don't know a Charles Carter." He did nothing but stare for a few seconds before sighing and shaking his head, "Miss Moore, I don't believe you know how dangerous o