Elena sat on the edge of the bed, her thoughts now a mess. Still, she wondered what Darion was up to. The words 'dirty work' had been raised in their conversation with Gabriel. She feared it might mean something different from what she was thinking.
And Gabriel, he looked like a lost cause! She could tell the murder was haunting him with every waking second, though he didn't want to admit it. Only if he let someone to help him. She wanted to help him, badly at that. But how the hell was she doing that by confining herself in the room the whole day?
She stood up, meeting with her eyes in the mirror. Judging from her previous appearance, she noticed she had gained some weight. She heaved a sigh before making for the door.
The hallways were as scary as she could remember. Gargoyles stared back at her with every corner she took, their eyes glowing as if they were alive. On the walls was inscripted the vampire history which she didn't care to stop and read.
