Nova gaped at him, literally gaped, like a damned goldfish, as her mind spun from the new information Yoa had just dropped like it was nor more surprising than the weather.
First of all, the vampires couldn't leave those caves, meaning she was safe, even at night. Still, she'd been anxiously scanning their surroundings every time they were on foot in the jungle after dark. She couldn't say whether it was because of the idea of these vampires actually draining the blood of their victims, or her completely irrational fear of flying rodents.
Then there was the part where he held more knowledge about the Electa, a new term she'd not long learned about and that was still wrapped in mystery. And then there's the part where he claimed to have this knowledge from a bunch of dead guardians, not from old journals or anything like that, but as vividly as if these memories were his own.
Where did she even begin?!
