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Maximus hadn’t shown me the fourth floor because he said it was “private.” I translated that as “Vlad’s personal territory” and wondered why he needed the equivalent of an apartment building for his quarters. Or maybe that was where he did all his torturing. I could understand Maximus not wanting to show me that room. “No, I do my torturing in the dungeon like any other respectable castle owner,” he said, amusement clear in his voice.
In truth, I was less worried about my father telling anyone than I was about him and Gretchen getting over their horror that the undead existed—and that I was dating one of them. Now that I was thrown together with my family, I realized how much I’d missed them. We’d all made mistakes, but maybe we could learn to work through them enough to have some sort of relationship. If Gretchen ever stopped screaming, that was.
