Someone looked like they had been drinking a little too much the light before. Except that seemed really wrong. Cameron had a confused expression on his face as he tried to puzzle out exactly why Liliya Kennedy literally looked like death. She was pale and she just seemed like she belonged in a dark room without the sun. Ah, the blinds were drawn. Most humans were out there seeking every last bit of warmth they could find, and Ms. Kennedy was avoiding it. Like a vamp... ire... oh. It all clicked together when she spoke and he caught a flash of what couldn't be anything but real fangs. She was a vampire. She was a vampire and she was in a position of power.
That wasn't making his lunch sit very well at all. Because they hadn't talked about it, but he'd seen the scars on Amanda's neck when they were at breakfast and they'd looked like they came from a pair of fangs. Not animal bites, it'd have torn more, but fangs. Like those on that pale woman right there. His fists clenched together unconsciously as he pictured a vampire digging its fangs into Amanda's neck.
He snapped back to attention when Liliya asked what she could help him with. He thought she could give him a big hand by going and crawling into whatever hole she had crawled out of, but he didn't think he could or should say that. "I think we were going to talk about the graffiti at the school." Cameron didn't remember it happening, but it was in his briefcase. He'd glanced at it that morning. "The school... was wondering if your people planned on making an official statement about it." Was he the lawyer for the school or was his father? He didn't think either of them were. So wait, why was here?