After Daybreak

night, just like their ancestors before them. Am I making this up? Is it imagined? Or is it a memory?

“Why have this?” I ask. “I thought the Montgomerys wanted to keep their heritage a secret.”

“It’s tradition to keep very detailed family records,” Victor says. “In case there’s ever a doubt as to who is the legitimate heir to the family. At least, that’s what they say. We vampires, sadly, are obsessed with purity of the blood. This helps us keep a record of that.”

“The Montgomerys weren’t pure,” I say. “And that’s why they were hunted down like dogs.”

I’m surprised at the anger in my voice. Until now, this always seemed like a strange conspiracy theory to me, dreamed up by Sin in his dark mind. But my father’s voice telling me, his notes, all of this . . . It’s true. I am the last Montgomery. And the anger comes from the realization that all these people, these dhampirs, were slaughtered. I can touch their names and know that the other Old Families wanted them dead. Especially the Valentines.

“Wow, look at this,” Victor says, pulling me out of my thoughts. He holds up a piece of parchment, very similar to the family tree but shortened. It only contains Maximillian’s name and those immediate family members surrounding him. It’s in English and Ancient Vampiric.

“This is a Confirmation Decree,” Victor says.

“What’s that?” In all my vampire studies I’ve never heard of one.

“It’s used as evidence to the legitimacy of a vampire’s heritage; in this case the heritage of one Maximillian Montgomery. I’m not surprised. By this point, there would have been so little vampire blood in Maximillian that his father would’ve worried that no one would have believed he was a vampire. So he wanted to make sure he had a Confirmation Decree. And in order for this to have any weight in the vampire world, it must be signed by a vampire from another family.”

“Why?”

“Because no one would believe a Montgomery if he said his son was an Old Family vampire with the same rights and privileges as other Old Family. By having another family put their reputation on the line, it makes their heritage claim legitimate. It’s a dangerous undertaking. If you sign one of these and are proved wrong, then you’re practically exiled, never to be trusted again in the vampire community.”

Wow. Someone stood up for my family? Someone risked his life to make sure that Maximillian’s heritage as an Old Family vampire was forever legitimized, as were his children’s heritage?

“So who signed it?” I ask, needing to know who this one friend among the sea of adversaries was.

Victor traces down the page but can’t find what he needs. He starts looking through the other papers on the table. I’m about to lose hope when he pulls out the second page and continues reading. And then he stops, his finger on the name.

“Lilith Ferdinand.”

“Who’s that? And why did she sign this?”

“You can ask her yourself,” Victor says. “She sits on the Vampire Council.”

Chapter 8

“That’s absolutely impossible,” Faith says calmly.

We’re in the car, racing toward New Vampiria. While I was sitting here in a daze, trying to puzzle things out, Victor explained to Richard and Faith about my heritage and the documents.

“Old Family are tall, elegant . . . beautiful,” Faith continues.

“Dawn’s beautiful,” Victor grounds out.

“She’s short.”

“I’m not short,” I say sharply, “and don’t talk about me like I’m not here.”

“Are you even five and a half feet?”

I clench my teeth.

“Most women are short compared to you,” Richard says.

“Which is my point. If she had Old Family blood in her, she’d be tall or at least taller.”

“She also has human. So that’s where her height comes from.”

“Okay, maybe, but she has no fashion sense. She wears cotton and flannel and . . . and hoodies.”

In rebellion, I draw my hoodie up over my head and slouch down in my seat. The tone in her voice indicates that the only thing that could be worse would be if I wore clothes I took off dead people. I feel like my world is crumbling around me, and Faith is worried about my wardrobe?

Richard laughs, clearly amused. “You can teach her all she needs to know.”

“I don’t know that I have enough to work with. Remember those makeover shows they had on television years and years ago, before the war? Did you ever see one, Dawn? Maybe the Denver archives had an episode.”

“No.”

“The ones doing the makeovers were mostly vampires. We have such extraordinary fashion sense. But you have none. I just don’t see Old Family in you.”

“Really? That’s where you’re taking this? Victor tells you what we discovered and all you can focus on are things that don’t matter?”

“Better than focusing on your death.”

That has me tossing the hoodie back, sitting up, and twisting around. “What are you talking about?”

“Have we forgotten that there is a death warrant out on the Montgomerys?”

“I haven’t forgotten,” Victor says. “It’s the reason that I told you and Richard what we found—so you’d be prepared for what we might face.”

“What? You think they might try to kill me? That death warrant is archaic.”

“Archaic—the very definition of Old Family,” Richard says. “At least this explains Murdoch Valentine’s interest in you. He knew what you are.”

“As well as his interest in my father. Maybe that’s why he requested him. But what did he hope to accomplish?”

“Maybe he just wanted to keep an eye on him,” Richard says.

“Or maybe he had plans to secure your father’s place on the Council,” Faith muses. “You know, use him as a puppet whenever he wanted a vote to go his way.”

“Wait a minute. Can I have a seat on the Vampire Council?”

“No,” Victor says briskly.

“Why not?”

“Because it’s too risky. With the death warrant still active, we have no way of knowing how the Council will react. So for now, we need to keep your heritage a secret.”

“But my name—Montgomery—could cause questions.”

“It’s common enough, no one will make that connection. Our purpose has to stay focused on persuading the Council to mobilize against Sin. Your role is to provide an accounting of everything you’ve seen so we can convince the Council that Sin poses a danger to us all.”

Reaching across, Victor squeezes my knee. “I know it’s hard. I’m sorry we couldn’t give you more time to adjust to what you learned.”

“I know. Our priority has to be Sin. I get that. It’s the reason I didn’t say anything to you sooner. Well, that and I didn’t want to believe it.” I force a small smile. “So, who is this Lilith Ferdinand anyway?”

“She’s head of the Ferdinand family,” Victor says. “The only woman on the Council. I haven’t seen her in years, but she’s strong, smart, always three steps ahead of anyone else. In fact, she’s probably the only one on the Council who understands anything. No offense to Montague Carrollton.”

“None taken,” Richard says. “My grandfather is more interested in wine and human girls than governing.”

“And she has to be strong,” Faith says. “The Ferdinand family is split into two very distinct sides, each one