“Vampires are real too?” Mason glanced up at Elijah in surprise, although considering what else he’d read in the journal, he shouldn’t be. When had Donagh died? If Cyrus was Irish as Lewis implied, they had a long history of uprisings against the British.
“Yeah.” Elijah flipped over to the next page of the journal. “This can’t be right.”
“What’s wrong?” Mason followed Elijah’s gaze. “Where’s the rest of it?” He took the book from Elijah, flipped through it, then turned it upside down and shook it, hoping a clue might fall out. “Do…” He swallowed before continuing. “Is it possible there’s no more because something happened to them?”
“I hope not.” Elijah frowned. “The pages were blank before we started reading. Maybe there will be more later.”
“There better be.” Mason had finally found out something about Lewis, only for his story to stop almost as soon as it had begun. “The guy I saw in The Lemon Tree could have been Cyrus. He matched the description in the journal.”
Elijah shrugged. “Maybe. He was crying he’d lost someone, right? I’d like to think he lost Lewis after they had a long life together, but considering there was a war coming… Shit, we need to find out what happened to them.” He grew silent, reached for the last bagel and chewed thoughtfully.
“You feel it too, then?” Mason looked around the house. “I’m not just curious about what happened to them. I need to know. And this place is connected. I know it is.”
Drops of Ink 