While roaming through the castle in search of my little prisoner a sweet scent tickled my nostrils and lured me to the higher level of the castle.
Greenhouse?
I tasted a sweet and metallic taste on my tongue and my restraint snapped. Blood. That was blood.
With my vampire speed, it didn't take me long to reach the terrace. The air was filled with the sweet smell of blood and the gates were left wide open.
I frowned.
Something was not adding up. This floor was forbidden for anyone if not given a pass by me and that smell was no vampire blood I was sure which left little room to comprehend who it could be. Her.
But what was she doing here? Wasn't she escaped? Why waste time here when she should be out there looking for a way out of here? What was going on in that little head of hers? This woman turned into a mystery the more I spent time with her. And that was something I enjoyed.
