Shanna nodded. “You see the two women getting bottles from the tub of ice? They’re Marta and Vanda, both Vamps.”

So the purple-haired woman was a vampire. Caitlyn eyed the bottles suspiciously. “That’s not beer, is it?”

“It could be Bleer. Part beer, part synthetic blood. Or it might be Chocolood, blood and chocolate. Roman manufactures a whole menu of Vampire Fusion Cuisine.”

Caitlyn took a deep breath. Vampire Fusion Cuisine? Vampire men fathering babies and playing basketball with their levitating sons? It was all too much.

“And you met Emma,” Shanna continued. “She’s a Vamp.”

Caitlyn sucked in another breath. She was getting light-headed. “I shook hands with a vampire? You handed a baby over to a vampire?”

Shanna frowned. “Emma’s wonderful with the children. It breaks my heart that she can’t have any of her own.”

Caitlyn glanced at Emma, who was still taking care of the baby, Jillian. “I don’t understand. Didn’t you say she worked for Dad?”

“She was mortal then and a vampire slayer, but some Malcontents captured her and nearly killed her. The only way Angus could save her life was to transform her. It devastated him to do it, but they’re happily married now.”

“Great.” Caitlyn rubbed her brow. “And who are the Malcontents?”

“Evil men who became evil vampires. They refuse to drink synthetic blood. They feed from mortals and enjoy terrorizing and murdering them.”

Caitlyn grimaced. “So there’s a bunch of blood-sucking killers out there?”

Shanna nodded. “We’re at war with them.”

“Are they the ones who bombed Romatech?”

“Yes. They’d like to destroy us. And the synthetic blood that’s manufactured here. It took Dad a few years to admit that there are two factions in the vampire world: the good Vamps like you see here, who risk their lives to protect mortals, and the Malcontents.”