Alora pulled down the curtains on the window and turned her head to look at Magnus, who was in a slumber. A tiny smile carved on her lips as she closed her eyes too.
She jolted awake when the carriage made an abrupt stop. "What happened? Did we arrive?" Alora asked, holding the curtain as Magnus shook his head. The next moment, he was out of the carriage, and the door banged closed.
Magnus scanned his eyes around. They were in the middle of a forest, surrounded by tall pine trees, the silence of the woods enveloping them.
"The carriage drivers are dead," Griffin informed Magnus.
"Stay here," Magnus instructed him, then ran forward to check. Indeed, they were dead. A vampire had attacked them, but who could have such audacity to fight against the immortals?
