Tegan took a seat in a pew in front of Agent Cahill. She knew she had to gain his trust by taking the weaker position.

She turned to greet him observing his blue eyes widened, his mouth agape.

“Yes, I can enter a church,” she grinned.

He shook his head as if to snap himself to.

“I guess there is a lot I need to learn about vampires.”

“There’s a lot everyone needs to learn about vampires,” she said.

He loosened his shoulders.

“Well it looks like we have a common interest.”

“Or a common enemy,” she said.

“Indeed, the Fuhrer, is everyone’s enemy. You know what we need, what do you need?”

She twirled her red locks.

“Safe passage out of the country back to the US for myself and my son.”

“What about your husband?…”

“Unfortunately he is more loyal to his homeland than I first understood.”