Chapter 182

I will remember the first moment I laid eyes upon Bartholomew Garrick for as long as I am on this earth and, quite possibly, in whatever life awaits me after my death. Out of all the crazy, wonderful, terrible things I have experienced - and let's face it, there's been many - meeting Garrick was definitely a pivotal moment, one of those memories that should flash in front of your eyes, right before you take your last breath. I'll never rid myself of that image of him, sat in one of the chairs in Harper's digs, glowering at his blood-brother with a dark, menacing expression that belied such a young handsome face. I'll never forget that sense of power he emanated, that cocky arrogant veneer that seemed to pervade all the Garrick family. I'll never forget the shocking revelation that Garrick wasn't just sitting at the head of the table of the most important vampire family in London, but that he was connected to Harper by blood, and essentially, to me also. Of course, it wasn't long before