Abby tried to keep herself quiet, but the potion wouldn't allow it. She felt sick as she fought it. Still, there was no use. The names came, one after the other. A handful of young woman. When she got to the last of the names, her eyes were narrowed viciously.

"Kenzi. Nancy. No last names."

Then, unable to lie and unwilling to even try, despite there being a vampire holding onto her.

"If any of them are hurt, I will retaliate against your other 'daughters.' The ones you actually care about. I don't care if you do it or someone else does. They get hurt, your Daybreak covens are paying the price in blood."

Never before had she understood the Widdowson legacy. The anger and hate that had driven so many deals of her family. The fear that dogged them. Now, she knew. She could feel why her family's history was written in blood. If she had to write another chapter in the same ink, she would.