The soup wasn't too terrible, Caroline thought as she left the tavern with Ender. Keeping pace with his long stride meant she had to move at a brisk walk. Even with her moving at near jogging speed, she was still hopelessly lagging behind. Reaching out a tiny hand, she pulled on the end of his shirt sleeve while attempting to catch her breath.
Ender turned around so quickly she almost tripped backward over her own feet but steadied herself before the vampire could knock her over fully. He didn't look at her right away. Instead, his deep scarlet eyes scanned the surrounding area with profound scrutiny. It seemed every muscle in his body had tensed and noticed the fingers of his right hand resting lightly on the hilt of his sword. Ender always seemed prepared for some unknown danger.
