Since they met, they’ve acted like cat and mouse.
The Blood Wraith starts walking quickly, dragging me along.
I try my best not to slow her down, but I fear her supernatural nature means running doesn’t affect her the same way.
We’re not far enough not to hear the vampire’s voice.
“Good morning to you too, grumpy!”
“Go to hell, leech!”
“Only if you come with me, darling!”
Not laughing takes all my willpower. I’m sure a certain someone wouldn’t find it as amusing as I do.
We dodge a few women walking with parasols. In their eyes, I see a flicker of recognition as they meet mine.
Possibly no one here doesn’t know the supposed Crimson Queen. The title is ridiculous.
We step back into the castle, and I feel the temperature change immediately.
I bend over, placing my hands on my knee
