Elias awoke with a throbbing headache, his eyes slowly adjusting to the sight of countless candles burning brightly in a well-lit mansion.
Where am I?
He quickly scanned his surroundings, realizing he was in a grand hall spacious enough to fit several classrooms, decorated as lavishly as a palace.
Isabella must have brought me to her place in the lower city, he thought. But do such buildings even exist there?
Even as a vampire noble in decline, Isabella seemed unwilling to cut corners on her living conditions.
Elias had noticed, despite being a straightforward guy, that Isabella's daily attire and accessories, including her custom-made clothes and bags, were of high quality.
No wonder she always complained about being broke...
After waking up, Elias rubbed his still dizzy head and stood up. Surprisingly, Isabella hadn't restrained him like Luna did. Wasn't she afraid he might escape?
