"You cannot be serious." Nelle gasped.
She, along with the other members, stared down at the pages that Hellen presented to them.
The superior's daughter frowned as she eyed what seemed to be the last page of the script. "I admit that this has to be one of your best works yet but… you cannot release your own cast without consulting us first!"
"I still have the right, though. Playwright here," Hellen answered in a sing-song voice.
"And you could have woken us up later! There are still a few hours left before dawn!"
And while they were arguing, there were the recruits, waiting for their promised announcement.
Or were they really waiting?
Evelina's eyes widened when Freeda nuzzled her head on her shoulder, her eyes closed and her mind away from the real world.
"I will… I will embroider that for you, miss," the vampiress heard her murmur. "But… months... moon…"
