It was hardly a castle, considered Erzsebet as she drifted to the window and looked down at the bustling city below. So many people, she enthused, wondering how she was going to make her mark in a world so densely populated.
“Where has Glen gone?” Erzsebet turned to look at Anna, who had crawled back into bed to sleep.
“Breakfast,” most likely.
“Breakfast.” Erzsebet bared her fangs at the thought, slightly unnerving Anna, who suddenly felt like she was on the menu. “Not you, Anna. You don't have to worry. I imagine your blood wouldn't taste well. I'm sorry, Anna,” Erzsebet cackled, “I didn't mean to offend you.”
“Oh, I'm not offended, Mistress,” Anna assured her with a conviction born from being not entirely enthralled. That was another thing that bothered Erzsebet; what happened to
