The interior of the castle was as dark and foreboding as Sam had imagined. The air was thick with the stench of blood and decay, and the narrow corridors seemed to stretch endlessly into the gloom.
Sam moved swiftly, her steps silent against the cold stone floor. Her heart raced, but she forced herself to focus, knowing that time was of the essence.
According to Daisy, Tristan was imprisoned in the dungeon, while Liz was held in a heavily guarded room deep within the castle. Sam's fingers tightened around the map Daisy had sketched. Her position was closer to Liz's cell than she had anticipated, a small stroke of luck.
As Sam approached the designated room, she saw two vampires standing guard. Their eyes were sharp, scanning the hallway with a predatory vigilance. Sam's mind raced as she considered her options.
