The winged one, touching the ground with his feet, heard an admiring girlish voice.
"Lyor..."
Looking back, vampire saw a young charmer in a burgundy long dress with frills, obsequiously frozen a few steps away from him in the approaching dusk.
"Have we met before? I don't remember that," Lyor told her coldly.
"I'm Lula, Aora's friend. She told me about you, how wonderful you are..."
"What-oh-oh!?" He smiled coquettishly, his eyes sparkling.
Pleasant flattery as bait immediately piqued his interest. Lyor, folding his wings, gracefully turned to his fan, having read her obvious desires for close friendship.
"Did you dress up like that for me, doll? Does dad know where his daughter is now?"
He paused theatrically, looking around on the deserted street and added in a whisper, approaching her closely:
"Next to a dangerous vampire who tempts young souls! How did you track me?"
